MN: The teacher part is true. It happened to me. I changed a few things tho so it could fit 2min. Maybe I will write a whole oneshot about the teacher incident (with 2min ofc)
Maybe. Don't know why I'm able to write oneshots but not my chaptered stories. Sorry.
It’s always-always Taemin’s job to take care of Minho. In one way or another, but always.
Always-always,
Like when Taemin was three and Minho was five.
It was in the early afternoon when their parents met up in the park to spend some time together. They were good friends and they wanted their little boys to be good friends too since their early years of life.
Five-year-old Minho was on the swings and three-year-old Taemin just watched with his big, brown and curious eyes.
“You can’t play here because you are three. You have to be five to play in the swings.” Minho told the little boy. That wasn’t true because there were the swings for little-little boys like Taemin, but they were too young to know.
“Hmm.” Taemin mumbled because he was a shy three-year-old who didn’t like to talk. That is, until little Minho fell from his swing and hurt his little leg. The boy started to whine in pain, and little-little freaked out and started to cry.
Thanks to baby Taemin’s cries, their parents went there running to save their little ones from danger.
Minho’s little leg got a cool cast and Taemin didn’t actually save him, but it was thanks to little-little Taemin that their parents came to the rescue.
Always-always,
Like when Taemin was six and Minho was eight.
Minho was under the strict punishment of his daddy, all because he didn’t want to do his homework. Now Mr. Choi prohibited him to eat cookies for a week.
“I want cookies.” Little Minho looked sad, and little Taemin felt really sad too. Minho looked like he was about to cry if he didn’t get any cookies, Taemin doesn’t like when his little friends cry.
And also, how can a father deprive their son of eating cookies? That’s psure chrueltee, according to little Taemin.
So that’s why little Taemin went to Minho’s mom and asked
“Can I habe a cookie?”
“Sure dear.” And with the cookie safely in his little hands, little Taemin ran to Minho.
“Cookie for yu” Little Taemin whispered, because he didn’t want to get caught by Minho’s daddy.
Minho happily ate his cookie, but not after giving half of it to his little friend Taemin.
Always-always,
Like when Taemin was ten and Minho was twelve.
Both boys were busy studying for the next exams they were having that week. It was something easy for young Taemin, but it really wasn’t for Minho.
“What is this?” The boy asked with a frown on his face. After staring at it, he threw the papers, letting them fall messily on the ground and hitting his head with his pencil.
“What is what?” Taemin asked, looking up from his own math papers. He picked up the papers and took Minho’s pencil from his hand, not wanting to see the boy injuring himself with a mere mechanic pencil.
