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Author: wire_dancer
Rating: PG-13 (for now. will go up for later chapters)
Summary: They are not exactly friends, they are not strangers either. They aren't even friends with benefits at this point.
Chapter 1
( From his place on the bed, wrapped in the blanket, he lies watching her hook up her bra and put on her dress, her hair falling down in beautiful somewhat messy waves as she turns around and gives him a sweet smile, he then sees her pick her small bag from the floor and make her way to the door, throwing a playful -Bye baby, call me later ok? - at him. When she closes the door, Taemin flops lazily onto the sheets, rolls on his back yawning, all his muscles relaxed and sated, resting in their leisure as Taemin mumbles to no one in particular, his eyes fixed on his spotless white ceiling and the dull lamp -Call me, you wish…you weren’t even good anyways - he shrugs unvoluntary, ruffling the mess of his blond locks and stretches his hand to snatch a cell phone resting on the nightstand, taking the note of time. It is three in the morning and he has not an ounce of hesitation. Leisurely flipping his phone open, his fingers push the familiar buttons as his body rolls on the stomach placing the pillow under his chin to make it more comfortable as he waits patiently for someone to answer his call and smiles to himself indolently when he hears his groggy voice still husky from the sleep pouring out of the speakers -Minho, it’s me Taemin -As if I don’t know, you asshole, who in his right mind would call me at…fucking 3 am. Are you shitting me Taemin? And at the time Taemin can almost picture the older boy sitting in his bed, strong hand reaching out to turn on the soft light of the night lamp, deft fingers grabbing a crumpled pack of cigarettes and Taemin keeps silent for a second listening to the flip of the lighter as Minho lights his cigarette, but unable to resist his desire to break the silence hanging thickly in the air, he closes his eyes for a second, lips moving producing sounds, turning into words, mingling into sentences -Hey, I’m hungry - he starts tentatively, his fingers drumming idly on the wooden headboard as the person on the other side sighs heavily and asks, the voice dripping with irritation that is streaming across the imaginary wire right into Taemin’s ear -And what am I supposed to do? -the older boy asks and as Taemin closes his eyes he can see him dragging on a cigarette, eyes shut tight as the smoke spreads in his lungs, nicotine poisoning his blood, his chest falling down as he exhales a puff of smoke - order a delivery or something. What’s exactly the point in calling me? -It’s 3 in the morning, no one is going to deliver food at such time and I don’t want it anyway - he sighs and curls his light lock around his long forefinger - Please, come cook for me - he tries and laces his words with softness and naïve childishness and pouts as if Minho can see him through the phone. -I’m not your cook Taemin, just let me sleep - replies the other boy sounding really irked, but Taemin knows him already, this facade of indifference and discontent never really affects Taemin the way the older boy has planned for it, sinking his fangs into the flesh of his pray, Taemin continues his hunt, thoroughly acquainted with all Minho’s weak spots. -Aren’t you my friend Minho? You won’t let me starve, right? - he tests the waters, feeling as if he had just thrown a small pebble into a pool and now is watching the ripples forming circles on the glassy water surface. -You got laid tonight, didn’t you? Why didn’t you make her cook something for you, damn?- Minho questions, evident discontent overtaking his voice and Taemin imagines him cringe, his lips sore with dissatisfaction, to which the younger boy just chuckles, never proving the older’s guesses, but yet never denying them. They stay like that, silent for some time, Taemin holding his breath, fingers running through his hair frustratedly, groaning at the reluctance the older boy showing and Taemin wants to curse, because Minho is usually more obedient but after a short pause the younger man hears some shuffling and smiles victoriously at his hyung’s tired worn-out voice -Fine. It’s only because it’s Saturday tomorrow and I don’t have classes Taemin, I’m really tired of your willfulness - Taemin detects by the noise Minho is making that the older boy has already pulled on his clothes and the jingling sound tells him that his hyung has probably grabbed the car keys, he then gives off a satisfied and contented smile and ends the call there, making himself comfortable in bed as he closes his heavy eyelids. Taemin is awaken by the rumbling sounding from the kitchen and the familiar scent of cigarettes, vaguely he can also detect the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, arousing his sensitive taste buds and attracted by the image of a hot cup of strong coffee, he jumps off the bed, pulling a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants out of the wardrobe after rummaging through the pile of clothes, he then heads straight to his kitchen occupied by the moving figure. The first thing Taemin sees is a strong back, broad shoulders and short brown hair…short, he takes a few awkward steps and reaches his hand to run through the wavy locks, which ends up in Minho startling, spoon falling out of his hands onto the tiled floor. He turns abruptly, eyebrows furrowed and a little angry -Taemin, damn it, will you be so kind and somehow voice your presence next time, I could get a heart attack, you know -I will, I will - Taemin mutters, patting Minho lightly on the shoulder - give me my coffee now - his hand already stretched, fingers moving playfully begging to hold a cup, to which Minho can only chuckle and give in While Taemin is sipping his coffee, eyes shut tight in pure bliss, and Minho can swear Taemin is purring right now, to hell with Minho’s irritation and lack of sleep -Why do I even bother coming here? - he places a plate with something steaming hot and delicious and says to no one in particular, talking mostly to himself, but Taemin takes it on his part and jerks his head up, his messy locks bouncing slightly, while his chopsticks hurriedly picking up the food -Mmmmm, still the best. How can you compare that with those chicks’ lousy cooking? The last time I tried that kimchi, I thought I was seriously gonna die - Taemin manages to utter between chewing his food and taking up another bite, Minho just watches him absentmindedly, his mind clearly somewhere off and the cup of bitter black coffee is gradually turning cold in his hands. -…ho, hey Minho -Eh? - he snaps back to reality, to Taemin’s pouting lips and his slightly irked voice -Don’t you space out on me! Did…anything happen? You kinda seem distracted - carefully Taemin places the chopsticks beside his plate and reaches Minho’s hair with his fingers, running them through his puffy messy strands -You cut your hair. - he states - when did you? -Last week, because it’s hot and everything is fine, no need to worry, I’m ok -I see - small nod and Taemin’s eyes are back, focused on the food - I heard Eunhyuk is throwing a party, are you coming? - he suddenly lifts his eyes, peering at Minho -Hmm, did you hear from Hyukkie? -Kibum told me - mumbles Taemin shaking his head and it’s barely visible- so…are you coming? -Yeah, sure, Hyukkie’s my best friend, there’s no way I’m not going - Minho furrows, as if it’s the most evident thing that doesn’t even need explaining -I see - Taemin whisper softly and practically breathlessly -What about you? - Minho pries and Taemin jerks up, nodding and smiling awkwardly -Haha, just be careful and don’t fuck anyone’s girlfriend -I’m not like that really-mumbles Taemin, absentmindedly poking at the remnant of the food on his plate and Minho’s eyebrows go up, hiding in the brown locks of his fringe, as on the contrary, Taemin is actually like that, and that sarcastic motion doesn’t remain unnoticed by Taemin and Minho is awarded with the pout and a hurt expression of the latter. -Ok, now that you are fed I need to go, I still have work in the morning - the tall man stands up and stretches leaving Taemin with his plate and the cup of cold coffee. Before Minho steps out of the kitchen Taemin who stares at him quizzically wonders -Why won’t you stay? You can sleep there, you know. It’s even closer to your work place -Nah, I don’t like sleeping on the sofa - replies the older boy seemingly giving some thoughts to the idea When Minho is gone, the sound of his footsteps fading, door locked safely behind, Taemin closes his eyes for a second and mumbles something incomprehensible, he then goes back to bed, leaving his dirty plate on the table. It’s 5 in the morning when he presses himself into the mattress and covers his body with his blanket, drifting off to sleep. They have been friends since kindergarten, and their so-called first fateful encounter happens when little Taemin accidently breaks Minho’s new radio-controlled car he has just got for his birthday. Sad as it is but Minho never even gets the chance to avenge for his precious lost toy, because the next second Taemin starts sobbing, as his eyes fill with tears. Many years later Minho learns that Taemin can fake his tears quite well and never gets tired of using that skill. Another thing Minho learns over all those years, that despite him knowing how fake those tears are, never once Minho was able to resist and he just does everything the younger boy wants, he would just sigh and do what he was asked to do. They aren’t exactly the opposites, there are a few things both of them enjoy together, things like music preferences or movies and such, still they are pretty far from what people would consider friends, still they manage somehow, finding their own pace with Minho clearing mess after Taemin. Minho lost count of how many times he took a blame for Taemin, be it a broken window in the 2nd grade or a cheat sheet found under Taemin’s desk in the 8th grade, he got used to that really. They have nothing to talk really, no common topics, with Minho being all athletic, the captain of the basketball team and with his perfect grades that almost get him to top the list of the school’s best students, while Taemin in fact is never a bad student, on the other hand he is never a good one either. If Minho was asked he’d say that the only thing Taemin is good at is creating problems and also dancing and girls. Yeah. When in the 8th grade while the both of them are chilling at Minho’s room, playing some video games and munching chips, Taemin casually drops that he has slept with the older girl from the neighborhood, Minho can’t react properly, probably looking like a dumbass with his eyes open wide and fingers not moving, numb and frozen with the controller in his hands. He isn’t that affected really, Taemin’s immense popularity amongst the girls never was a secret, what surprises him the most is how calm those familiar child-like features are, how casual is Taemin’s voice and how nonchalant is Taemin himself about the whole thing. He stares at the younger boy failing to notice the huge scarlet letters forming “Game Over” on the screen right in front of his eyes. While Minho is busy with basketball practice, studying his ass out all night, Taemin is busy spending nights in the clubs with his fake ID sitting in the pocket of his jeans. He drinks, smokes, dances and fucks the girls against the dirty walls of the public bathrooms. Minho makes friends with Changmin and Eunhyuk and Kyuhyun, his buddies from the basketball team, hanging at their houses, when they have time, where they watch tournaments and cheer loudly for the players. When at the age of 15 Taemin gets the girl pregnant it is Minho who clears the mess after him. Minho remembers the night when Taemin, sitting on Minho’s bed, arms folded on his chest and plump lips pouting in irritation, tells him that he might become a father soon, Minho doesn’t even have it in him to get mad. The thing is, Taemin is completely sure that Minho would be the one to make the girl go through the abortion. The next day Minho finds himself in the small restaurant, fidgeting nervously and shivering under the curious gaze of the older girl, who is holding the glass with mineral water, her long fingers drumming idly on the wooden surface of the table. He doesn’t know what to say and it seems that she isn’t going to help him, her expression is pure boredom and he feels like a butterfly caught in the spider’s web, not really, more like a corpse in the hands of the coroner. She doesn’t say a word when Minho loses his breath giving her the reasons to go for abortion, he mentions Taemin’s young age and his irresponsibility, her studies in the college and the whole stupidity of the situation, the whole time she just watches him with a smirk playfully tugging at the corners of her lips, and Minho feels as if she estimates his market price with those cold beautiful eyes. In the end she leans back in her chair comfortably and closes the Minho’s flaming river of heated arguments with one simple “I’m not pregnant”. She’s not. End of story. -Then why? - wonders Minho leaning closer to the smiling girl -Just a test I guess - she shrugs, her long forefinger tracing the rim of the glass and Minho’s eyes are glued to her long nails rather than to her face -But why though? It’s clear Taemin isn’t the type suited for commitment, and for god’s sake his fifteen noona -Aren’t you also fifteen? - she raises her delicate eyebrows and Minho thinks for a second that he could’ve seen her on the cover of some magazine that his older sister likes to buy and leave all over the house -I’m sixteen and I’m not the type to get the girl pregnant and then ask my friend to take care of it - cringes Minho under her piercing stare -I could tell - she stands up, picking her purse and fishing out some money, to Minho’s protests, she chuckles and says that she can do at least this much for causing him all the troubles. When she almost gone, she turns to him to him abruptly dropping a compassionate -Don’t let him screw your life, kid, you are too good to be at his back and call. - she then hands him the card with her telephone number telling him to call her without hesitation if he needs help. When Taemin’s hears about the pregnancy being fake he mumbles something that sounds like “Thought so” to Minho and they try to never talk about it again. When Minho is 17 he finds himself in the hospital with a twisted wrist, Taemin is beside him and he looks guilty. They were at the party at Kibum’s house, when Taemin decided to mess with the soccer team captain’s girlfriend. They weren’t smart enough to even find a secure place, going at it in the open, and Chansung didn’t appreciate the way Taemin’s hands were all over her. Taemin got away with just a cracked lip, on the other hand Minho, who took all of it on himself, got a twisted wrist and a 2week suspension from basketball. Taemin comes to visit him in the hospital and when he tries to say his apologetic sorry, Minho shakes his head and they never talk about it again. When Minho is 20 he goes to America for half a year, they have a farewell party at Kyuhyun’s house and every one of his friends is there, Minho says goodbye to Hyukjae, promising to write, gets hugs from Kibum and Jonghyun, Changmin and Yunho, he never gets to say goodbye to Taemin though, his younger friend isn’t even there. He gets a call from Taemin on the 3rd day after his return to Korea, in the nonchalant chirping voice Taemin says that he has moved from his parent’s house and lives alone now in the rented apartment, he works in some dance studio and as a back up dancer for some famous pop group. Taemin tells him more about himself, occupying Minho’s phone for an hour, they never talk about Minho though. Minho is currently 21, managing between his classes at the university, friendly basketball matches, his part-time job and Taemin. Really. Cooking at 3 in the morning doesn’t even bother him anymore. No, they aren’t quite the opposites, but they are far from what you would consider friends either. )
Rating: PG-13 (for now. will go up for later chapters)
Summary: They are not exactly friends, they are not strangers either. They aren't even friends with benefits at this point.
Chapter 1
( From his place on the bed, wrapped in the blanket, he lies watching her hook up her bra and put on her dress, her hair falling down in beautiful somewhat messy waves as she turns around and gives him a sweet smile, he then sees her pick her small bag from the floor and make her way to the door, throwing a playful -Bye baby, call me later ok? - at him. When she closes the door, Taemin flops lazily onto the sheets, rolls on his back yawning, all his muscles relaxed and sated, resting in their leisure as Taemin mumbles to no one in particular, his eyes fixed on his spotless white ceiling and the dull lamp -Call me, you wish…you weren’t even good anyways - he shrugs unvoluntary, ruffling the mess of his blond locks and stretches his hand to snatch a cell phone resting on the nightstand, taking the note of time. It is three in the morning and he has not an ounce of hesitation. Leisurely flipping his phone open, his fingers push the familiar buttons as his body rolls on the stomach placing the pillow under his chin to make it more comfortable as he waits patiently for someone to answer his call and smiles to himself indolently when he hears his groggy voice still husky from the sleep pouring out of the speakers -Minho, it’s me Taemin -As if I don’t know, you asshole, who in his right mind would call me at…fucking 3 am. Are you shitting me Taemin? And at the time Taemin can almost picture the older boy sitting in his bed, strong hand reaching out to turn on the soft light of the night lamp, deft fingers grabbing a crumpled pack of cigarettes and Taemin keeps silent for a second listening to the flip of the lighter as Minho lights his cigarette, but unable to resist his desire to break the silence hanging thickly in the air, he closes his eyes for a second, lips moving producing sounds, turning into words, mingling into sentences -Hey, I’m hungry - he starts tentatively, his fingers drumming idly on the wooden headboard as the person on the other side sighs heavily and asks, the voice dripping with irritation that is streaming across the imaginary wire right into Taemin’s ear -And what am I supposed to do? -the older boy asks and as Taemin closes his eyes he can see him dragging on a cigarette, eyes shut tight as the smoke spreads in his lungs, nicotine poisoning his blood, his chest falling down as he exhales a puff of smoke - order a delivery or something. What’s exactly the point in calling me? -It’s 3 in the morning, no one is going to deliver food at such time and I don’t want it anyway - he sighs and curls his light lock around his long forefinger - Please, come cook for me - he tries and laces his words with softness and naïve childishness and pouts as if Minho can see him through the phone. -I’m not your cook Taemin, just let me sleep - replies the other boy sounding really irked, but Taemin knows him already, this facade of indifference and discontent never really affects Taemin the way the older boy has planned for it, sinking his fangs into the flesh of his pray, Taemin continues his hunt, thoroughly acquainted with all Minho’s weak spots. -Aren’t you my friend Minho? You won’t let me starve, right? - he tests the waters, feeling as if he had just thrown a small pebble into a pool and now is watching the ripples forming circles on the glassy water surface. -You got laid tonight, didn’t you? Why didn’t you make her cook something for you, damn?- Minho questions, evident discontent overtaking his voice and Taemin imagines him cringe, his lips sore with dissatisfaction, to which the younger boy just chuckles, never proving the older’s guesses, but yet never denying them. They stay like that, silent for some time, Taemin holding his breath, fingers running through his hair frustratedly, groaning at the reluctance the older boy showing and Taemin wants to curse, because Minho is usually more obedient but after a short pause the younger man hears some shuffling and smiles victoriously at his hyung’s tired worn-out voice -Fine. It’s only because it’s Saturday tomorrow and I don’t have classes Taemin, I’m really tired of your willfulness - Taemin detects by the noise Minho is making that the older boy has already pulled on his clothes and the jingling sound tells him that his hyung has probably grabbed the car keys, he then gives off a satisfied and contented smile and ends the call there, making himself comfortable in bed as he closes his heavy eyelids. Taemin is awaken by the rumbling sounding from the kitchen and the familiar scent of cigarettes, vaguely he can also detect the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, arousing his sensitive taste buds and attracted by the image of a hot cup of strong coffee, he jumps off the bed, pulling a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants out of the wardrobe after rummaging through the pile of clothes, he then heads straight to his kitchen occupied by the moving figure. The first thing Taemin sees is a strong back, broad shoulders and short brown hair…short, he takes a few awkward steps and reaches his hand to run through the wavy locks, which ends up in Minho startling, spoon falling out of his hands onto the tiled floor. He turns abruptly, eyebrows furrowed and a little angry -Taemin, damn it, will you be so kind and somehow voice your presence next time, I could get a heart attack, you know -I will, I will - Taemin mutters, patting Minho lightly on the shoulder - give me my coffee now - his hand already stretched, fingers moving playfully begging to hold a cup, to which Minho can only chuckle and give in While Taemin is sipping his coffee, eyes shut tight in pure bliss, and Minho can swear Taemin is purring right now, to hell with Minho’s irritation and lack of sleep -Why do I even bother coming here? - he places a plate with something steaming hot and delicious and says to no one in particular, talking mostly to himself, but Taemin takes it on his part and jerks his head up, his messy locks bouncing slightly, while his chopsticks hurriedly picking up the food -Mmmmm, still the best. How can you compare that with those chicks’ lousy cooking? The last time I tried that kimchi, I thought I was seriously gonna die - Taemin manages to utter between chewing his food and taking up another bite, Minho just watches him absentmindedly, his mind clearly somewhere off and the cup of bitter black coffee is gradually turning cold in his hands. -…ho, hey Minho -Eh? - he snaps back to reality, to Taemin’s pouting lips and his slightly irked voice -Don’t you space out on me! Did…anything happen? You kinda seem distracted - carefully Taemin places the chopsticks beside his plate and reaches Minho’s hair with his fingers, running them through his puffy messy strands -You cut your hair. - he states - when did you? -Last week, because it’s hot and everything is fine, no need to worry, I’m ok -I see - small nod and Taemin’s eyes are back, focused on the food - I heard Eunhyuk is throwing a party, are you coming? - he suddenly lifts his eyes, peering at Minho -Hmm, did you hear from Hyukkie? -Kibum told me - mumbles Taemin shaking his head and it’s barely visible- so…are you coming? -Yeah, sure, Hyukkie’s my best friend, there’s no way I’m not going - Minho furrows, as if it’s the most evident thing that doesn’t even need explaining -I see - Taemin whisper softly and practically breathlessly -What about you? - Minho pries and Taemin jerks up, nodding and smiling awkwardly -Haha, just be careful and don’t fuck anyone’s girlfriend -I’m not like that really-mumbles Taemin, absentmindedly poking at the remnant of the food on his plate and Minho’s eyebrows go up, hiding in the brown locks of his fringe, as on the contrary, Taemin is actually like that, and that sarcastic motion doesn’t remain unnoticed by Taemin and Minho is awarded with the pout and a hurt expression of the latter. -Ok, now that you are fed I need to go, I still have work in the morning - the tall man stands up and stretches leaving Taemin with his plate and the cup of cold coffee. Before Minho steps out of the kitchen Taemin who stares at him quizzically wonders -Why won’t you stay? You can sleep there, you know. It’s even closer to your work place -Nah, I don’t like sleeping on the sofa - replies the older boy seemingly giving some thoughts to the idea When Minho is gone, the sound of his footsteps fading, door locked safely behind, Taemin closes his eyes for a second and mumbles something incomprehensible, he then goes back to bed, leaving his dirty plate on the table. It’s 5 in the morning when he presses himself into the mattress and covers his body with his blanket, drifting off to sleep. They have been friends since kindergarten, and their so-called first fateful encounter happens when little Taemin accidently breaks Minho’s new radio-controlled car he has just got for his birthday. Sad as it is but Minho never even gets the chance to avenge for his precious lost toy, because the next second Taemin starts sobbing, as his eyes fill with tears. Many years later Minho learns that Taemin can fake his tears quite well and never gets tired of using that skill. Another thing Minho learns over all those years, that despite him knowing how fake those tears are, never once Minho was able to resist and he just does everything the younger boy wants, he would just sigh and do what he was asked to do. They aren’t exactly the opposites, there are a few things both of them enjoy together, things like music preferences or movies and such, still they are pretty far from what people would consider friends, still they manage somehow, finding their own pace with Minho clearing mess after Taemin. Minho lost count of how many times he took a blame for Taemin, be it a broken window in the 2nd grade or a cheat sheet found under Taemin’s desk in the 8th grade, he got used to that really. They have nothing to talk really, no common topics, with Minho being all athletic, the captain of the basketball team and with his perfect grades that almost get him to top the list of the school’s best students, while Taemin in fact is never a bad student, on the other hand he is never a good one either. If Minho was asked he’d say that the only thing Taemin is good at is creating problems and also dancing and girls. Yeah. When in the 8th grade while the both of them are chilling at Minho’s room, playing some video games and munching chips, Taemin casually drops that he has slept with the older girl from the neighborhood, Minho can’t react properly, probably looking like a dumbass with his eyes open wide and fingers not moving, numb and frozen with the controller in his hands. He isn’t that affected really, Taemin’s immense popularity amongst the girls never was a secret, what surprises him the most is how calm those familiar child-like features are, how casual is Taemin’s voice and how nonchalant is Taemin himself about the whole thing. He stares at the younger boy failing to notice the huge scarlet letters forming “Game Over” on the screen right in front of his eyes. While Minho is busy with basketball practice, studying his ass out all night, Taemin is busy spending nights in the clubs with his fake ID sitting in the pocket of his jeans. He drinks, smokes, dances and fucks the girls against the dirty walls of the public bathrooms. Minho makes friends with Changmin and Eunhyuk and Kyuhyun, his buddies from the basketball team, hanging at their houses, when they have time, where they watch tournaments and cheer loudly for the players. When at the age of 15 Taemin gets the girl pregnant it is Minho who clears the mess after him. Minho remembers the night when Taemin, sitting on Minho’s bed, arms folded on his chest and plump lips pouting in irritation, tells him that he might become a father soon, Minho doesn’t even have it in him to get mad. The thing is, Taemin is completely sure that Minho would be the one to make the girl go through the abortion. The next day Minho finds himself in the small restaurant, fidgeting nervously and shivering under the curious gaze of the older girl, who is holding the glass with mineral water, her long fingers drumming idly on the wooden surface of the table. He doesn’t know what to say and it seems that she isn’t going to help him, her expression is pure boredom and he feels like a butterfly caught in the spider’s web, not really, more like a corpse in the hands of the coroner. She doesn’t say a word when Minho loses his breath giving her the reasons to go for abortion, he mentions Taemin’s young age and his irresponsibility, her studies in the college and the whole stupidity of the situation, the whole time she just watches him with a smirk playfully tugging at the corners of her lips, and Minho feels as if she estimates his market price with those cold beautiful eyes. In the end she leans back in her chair comfortably and closes the Minho’s flaming river of heated arguments with one simple “I’m not pregnant”. She’s not. End of story. -Then why? - wonders Minho leaning closer to the smiling girl -Just a test I guess - she shrugs, her long forefinger tracing the rim of the glass and Minho’s eyes are glued to her long nails rather than to her face -But why though? It’s clear Taemin isn’t the type suited for commitment, and for god’s sake his fifteen noona -Aren’t you also fifteen? - she raises her delicate eyebrows and Minho thinks for a second that he could’ve seen her on the cover of some magazine that his older sister likes to buy and leave all over the house -I’m sixteen and I’m not the type to get the girl pregnant and then ask my friend to take care of it - cringes Minho under her piercing stare -I could tell - she stands up, picking her purse and fishing out some money, to Minho’s protests, she chuckles and says that she can do at least this much for causing him all the troubles. When she almost gone, she turns to him to him abruptly dropping a compassionate -Don’t let him screw your life, kid, you are too good to be at his back and call. - she then hands him the card with her telephone number telling him to call her without hesitation if he needs help. When Taemin’s hears about the pregnancy being fake he mumbles something that sounds like “Thought so” to Minho and they try to never talk about it again. When Minho is 17 he finds himself in the hospital with a twisted wrist, Taemin is beside him and he looks guilty. They were at the party at Kibum’s house, when Taemin decided to mess with the soccer team captain’s girlfriend. They weren’t smart enough to even find a secure place, going at it in the open, and Chansung didn’t appreciate the way Taemin’s hands were all over her. Taemin got away with just a cracked lip, on the other hand Minho, who took all of it on himself, got a twisted wrist and a 2week suspension from basketball. Taemin comes to visit him in the hospital and when he tries to say his apologetic sorry, Minho shakes his head and they never talk about it again. When Minho is 20 he goes to America for half a year, they have a farewell party at Kyuhyun’s house and every one of his friends is there, Minho says goodbye to Hyukjae, promising to write, gets hugs from Kibum and Jonghyun, Changmin and Yunho, he never gets to say goodbye to Taemin though, his younger friend isn’t even there. He gets a call from Taemin on the 3rd day after his return to Korea, in the nonchalant chirping voice Taemin says that he has moved from his parent’s house and lives alone now in the rented apartment, he works in some dance studio and as a back up dancer for some famous pop group. Taemin tells him more about himself, occupying Minho’s phone for an hour, they never talk about Minho though. Minho is currently 21, managing between his classes at the university, friendly basketball matches, his part-time job and Taemin. Really. Cooking at 3 in the morning doesn’t even bother him anymore. No, they aren’t quite the opposites, but they are far from what you would consider friends either. )
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