Minho looked at him again, offended. “It’s my problem too if it’s you!”
Taemin was taken aback by hearing that, his non injured hand stopped rubbing Minho’s lip. “W-what?”
“I won’t just sit back and listen to some bastard bad mouthing you.” Minho finished with Taemin’s bandages and looked at him.
“B-but, still!” Taemin tried to protest, but the other didn’t let him.
“I care about you, don’t expect me to just sit down when he’s calling you that.” Minho stood up and went to the bathroom to look at his bruised lip. “I know you don’t like it.”
“Just don’t do it again.” The younger demanded, to what Minho chuckled.
“Okay.”
Taemin inspected Minho’s job on his hand and nodded, it was pretty decent.
“Besides…”
Taemin looked up and saw Minho going out of the room. “What?
“I’m the only one who can call you princess, princess.”
But, the tables turned when Taemin was seventeen and Minho nineteen.
Taemin was on his last year of high school and Minho was already in college when something happened.
Taemin always told him how horrendous his English teacher was like.
“He’s disgusting, he’s perverted, he has no respect, he is disgusting and I just want to kill myself when he bothers to flirt with me.”
To what Minho always replies,
“Ew Taemin ah.”
And probably, today was no different.
The teacher asked for a book, and he quickly found Taemin’s pretty face and asked if he could use his.
Not bothering to even look at him, Taemin extended his hand to give the teacher the book, but got surprised when the man took a chair and sat down next to Taemin to read the book from there.
His disgusting face was dangerously close to Taemin’s, and the men kept leaning in because “he can’t see.”
Taemin was mentally puking.
“Sir, could you please get out of my face?” Taemin asked.
“No, I’m comfortable here, aren’t you?” The old man smiled a nasty smile with not pretty teeth.
Dammit, Taemin thought. This man really wanted to get Taemin.
His phone ringed. It was a text from Minho; ‘I’m at school. Gotta ask for some papers. Where are you?’
To which Taemin replied quickly; ‘Class’
After a few minutes of Taemin holding his breath, someone knocked the door and one of the students, Jiyoung, opened the door because the teacher didn’t want to get out of his “comfortable” position next to Taemin.
“Mr. Kang— Oh.” It was Minho. What is he doing here?
“Oh! Choi Minho! It’s been so long!” The teacher was surprised to see one of his ex-students. Taemin isn’t sure about Minho, he looks pissed.
“I’m looking for some papers; the secretary told me you have them.”
“Of course, sure. Let me finish here and I will go with you.”
Always
Start from the beginning
