Taemin laughed when he read those papers.
“Stop laughing!”
“But Minho! This is really easy!”
“It’s not.”
“It is! Look,” And Taemin took the paper and started to write down numbers, and then doing the same but backwards. Minho, being the curious boy he is, got closer and stared at whatever Taemin was writing.
“Wha-”
“Done! The table of nine and I didn’t even count.”
“Give me that,” Minho snatched away the paper from Taemin’s hand and turned around, staring suspiciously at the line of numbers the younger boy just wrote. After a few seconds, he turned around, mouth wide open, and looked at Taemin. He just solved the table of nine in less than twenty seconds.
“You’re genius.”
“I know.”
And Minho didn’t fail his test that week, all because of little-smart Lee Taemin.
Always-always,
Like when Taemin was fourteen and Minho sixteen.
It was lunch time at school when Key, one of Taemin’s classmates, called him urgently, saying that Minho was in a fight with a boy named Kyuhyun.
Sincerely, Taemin thinks Minho is stupid, because when he reached there, the boy has a bruised lip and that Kyuhyun guy’s nose was bleeding. Both of them are stupid.
“Stop it!” Taemin tried to separate them, but in no vain. Those two kept throwing punches at each other. That is, until Taemin got in the middle of the two, looking at Minho in the eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Pushing him out of the student-crowd.
“This son of a bitch-”
“See what I’m talking about? Here comes his princess to save him!” Minho was cut off by Kyuhyun’s yell. Minho was about to run back to him, but Taemin held up a hand.
Minho swore he saw Taemin’s eyes darken.
“Princess?” Taemin turned around and asked, walking closer to this not-so-handsome-Kyuhyun guy. The older boy smirked, ready to give an answer.
“Yes, prin-”
You could say that Minho started the fight and Taemin finished it.
It was later that day at Taemin’s house when said boy had to clean up Minho’s broken lip and Minho had to bandage Taemin’s injured hand. His punches are painful, but he always gets injured after.
“You are really-really stupid, you know that?” Taemin said and rubbed Minho’s lip harder, making the boy flinch away.
“Stop that, it hurts!” The older boy complained and continued to wrap Taemin’s hand with gauze, unwrapping it and wrapping it repeatedly because it looks “ugly”.
“But you are! Why did you fought with him?!”
“He called you princess!” Minho looked at him, annoyed.
“That’s not a good reason to fight him!”
“Look who’s talking!” Minho tightened the gauze around Taemin’s hand. When he saw that it hurt him, he untightens it.
“But still!”
“Still what?!”
“That’s not your problem Minho!” Taemin told him, seriously.
Always
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