The loud beep of Taemin's alarm clock sounded off in his room. The male dove deeper into his surrounding blankets and tried to get back to the delicious memories of the night before. After one round of dancing, Minho's extremely long legs had proved to be a hindrance, much to Taemin's shock and great pleasure. The soccer player began to grow competitive the night before and the face of pure determination was such a turn on that even Taemin had difficulties paying attention to the game. The auburn haired boy grinned and let out a soft squeal of excitement he had been unable to keep at bay.
The slender hand popped out of from under the covers and slammed down on the alarm clock shutting it off. Taemin was glad that he had called Key the night before to ask him if he could pick up the flowers for the next morning and come by and pick up the letter he had written. This way he was no longer in suspicion of being the secret admirer. But something in the bottom pit of his stomach told him he wanted to tell Minho he was his secret admirer, that he was the one huddled up in that bathroom stall long ago.
Taemin sighed lightly and pulled his head out of his white comforter. He looked around his room and spotted his outfit for the day. The assemble took a second to register before he threw the blankets off his body in haste and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up since he had bathed the night before to give himself extra time in the morning. He was glad when Minho had said he would set the alarm on his phone, he knew he wouldn't remember later on in the morning to wake up the sleeping boy.
After splashing water on his face and rubbing away the sleep from his eyes he trailed back to his room and got dressed, making sure every accessory and article of clothing was in place. Taemin then tromped his way over to the bathroom again, grabbing a light gel to give his hair the wavy look he liked so much.
Minho had been buried in the slightly stiff floral comforter as he grinned about his own separate memories. Though his phone woke him up an hour later then Taemin, he still felt the tingles of excitement as he remember playing around and laughing with the other boy. He loved how the auburn locks fanned out around his face as he hovered over Taemin as he tickled him to no end. It was an innocent tickle fight that led to an innocent pillow fight. If the paler teenager hadn't pulled away at the last minute Minho might have done something he would have regretted. Okay, the tall male hated to admit it to himself, but he knew he definitely would not regret it.
There was a long ding that resounded throughout the house and it barely registered in Minho's mind as a doorbell as he heard someone quickly moving around in the hallway. It took another second for him to realize the shuffling sound was Taemin before he went down the stairs. Minho poked his head out of the blankets curiously, and then slowly crept out of his bed and towards his door. After he reached the door and walked to the top of the stairs he looked down and saw the younger teen opening the door.
Taemin greeted Key with a small smile and handed him a piece of folded parchment paper. He spoke quickly and Minho couldn't catch his words but then the diva held up a small bundle of flowers that chocolate brown eyes quickly scanned. The auburn hair bobbed once in agreement and the small boy hugged Key shortly and then closed the door behind his retreating form. When Minho had seen Taemin closing the door he had retreated back to the guest bedroom swiftly.
The soccer player's mind was running a mile a minute. If he wasn't mistaken he had just seen Taemin give Key a love letter and check flowers that could possibly be in his locker when he got to school. There was no possible way that the one person he was slowly falling for had been in love with him for five years. But come to think of it, the smaller boy had looked upset and tried to mask it with a smile when Minho mentioned the fact he wouldn't return the admirer's feelings. The elder boy decided to put aside the thoughts for the morning and think about them when he was clutching the admirer's note in his hand.
Only clad in his boxers and a wife beater, Minho shuffled his way to the bathroom he had used the night before and opened the door. Inside was Taemin, leaning into the mirror, slowly making waves in his hair with a curling iron. The auburn haired boy barely moved from his spot, but all the same looked at the barely clothed male behind him, drinking it all in.
Minho, never one for modesty, suddenly had the idea to test his theory. He reached into the shower and turned it on so the water could warm before he turned back to Taemin. "Good morning."
"Morning…" The other boy had progressed to raking his fingers through his hair to give it that messy look he loved. I know he is not about to shower and get naked with me standing right here. Oh fuck. Please let him get naked. Just one peep. One.
"I have a question…" the popular boy began, "When did you start doing your hair like that?"
The soft chocolate brown eyes darted over to look at Minho. "Since the second semester of sixth grade, I dyed it earlier this year."
"Ahhh… Now if you don't mind I'm getting my ass in the shower." Minho turned away and pulled the wife beater over his head. The elder boy looked over at Taemin out of the corner of his eye and saw that boy had paused and was discreetly looking at him. The soccer player smirked inwardly and checked the water one last time before letting the boxers pool around his feet on the floor. Minho was a tease and he knew it as the auburn haired boy turned bright red as his eye averted away.
H…He's naked. Oh my fucking apes with bananas. His ass is perfect. Shit, his back. Damnit that chest. Shit, stop looking, stop or he'll notice. Taemin's eyes had looked back up just as Minho disappeared behind the shower curtain and he sighed softly. He would give everything in the world to see that sight again. The younger boy finished his hair before he would embarrass himself again and left the bathroom to finish getting ready.
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Minho had had a hard time concentrating on the road as Taemin worried out loud to himself. To put it simple the boy looked flawless. The porcelain skin looked soft and the taller boy's fingers ached to brush against the pale cheek. Maybe, just maybe a long distance relationships could work out.
The boy kept rattling to distract his mind from his future performance during lunch. His hands waved in the air as he spoke.
"Taemin~ah, calm down. You'll be fine. It's not like it's the actual concert." Minho let himself sneak a glance as he pulled into the student parking lot and parked.
The paler male moved around and gathered his things, still talking a little too fast but looked calmer in demeanor than anything else and the taller boy gave him a small smile. Once at the front door the males headed their separate ways and Minho shuffled as hastily as he could to his locker without looking suspicious. His curiosity was burning in through his veins as he wrenched open his lock. There, lying in his locker were the flowers that Key had held the morning before and underneath was the slightly yellowed page he had seen Taemin pass to the diva early in the morning. He pulled out the note and flipped it open without a second thought.
Ranunculus: You are radiant with charm and attractive.
Gladiolus: Strength of character, remembrance, infatuation, splendid beauty, give me a break, I'm really sincere, flower of the Gladiators, admiration, tells recipients that they pierce the heart like a sword.
Dear Minho-hyung,
I sit here and I stare down at this page and I want to put so many indescribable emotions into one sheet of paper. But these feelings no matter how hard they are to put into words I will try my best to make them come to life.
First, you are like the sun itself Minho. You are just amazing in everyway possible. When I catch sight of you my breath steals away from me and I find myself lost in a flurry of butterflies that feel like they would engulf me. You make me feel so alive and I just ache to feel you, hear you, see you… anything is enough to suffice. You have become my everything and now that you are leaving I'm loosing my last chances of showing you how I truly feel.
I am going to risk it all and take a dive into the scary unknown. I want you to know who I am. I want to meet you. All I ask for is one kiss, one kiss to satisfy my hunger for you. I doubt it will, but one kiss will last me a life time. One precious memory to hold onto.
If you wish to know who I am, meet me Saturday at five p.m. at Grover's Park. I'll be near the old swings, sitting on the boulder understand that's covered in graffiti.
Please that these feelings are not a joke. These are real. I just hope you don't hate me when you see me.
Love always
Minho smiled and looked around. There was no Taemin, no Jonghyun. He folded the letter softly and tucked into his pocket with great care and grabbed his needed books, gently touching the flowers that rested in their normal spot. He walked to his first class and sat in his seat, pulling out the letter and an article from the project. He placed the two next to one another and felt like shooting himself for not seeing the resemblance. The letterings were almost exactly the same and all the signs were pointing to Taemin being the little boy in the bathroom. The large, sad brown eyes still haunted him to this day.
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By third period, Minho was more or less convinced Taemin was the one. He chose to let the auburn haired boy make the first move, let him come to him on his own terms. Their friendship had flourished on its own, no strings attached. He watched Taemin's back from afar as the groups who had attempted at extra credit presented. Minho could see the tension in his lower back and the tanned fingers itched again with the desire to rub into the muscles.
During the entire class period, the soccer player watched Taemin with interest. After the bell rang, and they sat in separate classrooms Minho was dying to see him again at lunch. Once in the cafeteria, his brown eyes scanned the entire place, looking back at Taemin's usual table then every where else when he couldn't spot the shock of auburn hair. Then he spotted it, at the very far end of dining hall, near the mock stage. A slow grin crept across his features as he sat down, awaiting the upcoming show.
Taemin smiled nervously and slowly stood in the middle of the stage, waving a little awkwardly as he waited for the music to start. The worried grin slowly morphed into a more confident smirk as the slow reverberating sounds of a deep bass streamed through the speakers.
He found the beat, his body seemingly moving in slow motion as the song began, then his body snapped as the beat continued to blare from the speakers. There were no lyrics to the song, just a techno beat that the boy easily moved to. His feet glided over the small stage, his body snapping and moving at seemingly impossible angles as he free styled. He had asked earlier to just go with whatever he wanted on this, and the teacher had agreed. Taemin's moves were amazing and many people watched awestruck.
The music began to fade and soon the cafeteria was filled with applause and cat calls. Taemin bowed and then steadily walked to his table in the far corner. His performance caused him to receive slaps on the back and random shout outs. But he heard nor felt anything and only saw one thing, well one person. Minho sat at his table, staring solely at him. The soft brown eyes held so many emotions, affection shining the most. The younger boy saw the goofy grin he had sported for so many years when he saw Minho and he smiled back. The anticipation for that night coursed through his veins. It would be the first time he would be spending the night in Minho's house and he secretly hoped not the last.