Taemin cursed his luck and immediately stood. But he got up too fast and accidentally knocked his head against Kris' chin. Yelping, the boy fell and knocked against Chanyeol, making the other boy fall and hit his head against one of the clinic beds. Chanyeol moaned in pain, clutching his head as Taemin shakily stood.
"Couldn't you have picked a better timing?" Taemin whined, rubbing his head, "And where the hell have you been, you dumbo? It's been ages since I asked to find ice. Just freaking ice, Minho."
"I got lost."
The statement made Taemin face palm, "God, I'm surrounded by idiots."
Ignoring the indignant Hey! of the other occupants of the room, Taemin crossed his arms over and tapped his foot impatiently, "And where's the ice?"
"I couldn't find any." Minho actually cowered, seeing the blank gaze Taemin directed at him, and squeaked out an "I'm sorry."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Taemin asked, "Remind me, why do I hang out with you again?"
"Because I'm awesome?"
Taemin only stared at him blankly, "Well, whatever reason it is, I know it's not 'cause of your brains."
"Dude, you just got owned." Chanyeol, who had been watching with interest, laughed.
"You're mean, you know that." Minho pouted, "Why do I hang out with you again?"
"Please, you can't possibly live without me. I'm the brains, remember?" Taemin looked at him, a smug smirk on his face, "I'm fucking adorable. And your mom loves me."
"Cheeky brat." Minho grumbled and whined, "You're an ass. Quit being mean to me!"
"Please," The younger scoffed, "I'm the ass."
"The sexiest ass." Chanyeol nodded.
"A pretty fine ass." Kris couldn't help but agree.
"No one asked for your opinions you perverted, freakishly tall people." Taemin paused, "But thank you. I know I have a pretty fine ass."
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By the end of the day, Taemin was exhausted beyond belief. He felt dead on his feet, and wished nothing more than to collapse into bed, sleep like there is no tomorrow and possibly never wake up. He dreaded the coming days. But handling three idiots can do that to you, especially if they never.leave.you.alone.
Just like that, three days have come and gone. Taemin wonders how on earth Chanyeol and Kris have been somewhat accepted into their tight group of friends, but he knew better than to question it. There are some things better left unspoken. Well, that and the fact that it probably had something to do with Jonghyun and Jinki. And Jonghyun and Jinki in one sentence usually meant trouble. Taemin knew better than to pry into his cousin Jinki's personal life. He had learned the hard way. Kinky Jinki was a terrifying experience. And Jonghyun.. well he was plain, old, perverted Jonghyun. But he's slightly more tamed than Kinky Jinki. Well, who wouldn't be after tasting Key's power punch? It was pretty funny, but Jonghyun got what he deserved after he not-so-discreetly grabbed Key's ass.
Taemin concluded long ago that his friends were perverts. He'd come to accept that fact completely (he had no choice anyway). But being the youngest in their group, people often deemed him to be the most innocent.
Key had snorted at the idea. Please, he practically has wet dreams about an idiot who is too blind to notice.
Having an oblivious crush, no boyfriend and no sex life-his life was just plain sad. There was only one place Taemin could release all the frustrations, and that was the dance studio.
Every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, the usual gang would be one person short, seeing as Taemin disappeared for dance class at a nearby dance studio. The boy was talented, nobody could deny that, and he intended to flaunt it. Taemin was particularly excited for today's session. Rumor has it that someone new had enrolled. And although Taemin enjoyed being the instructor's partner (there was an uneven number of people in class), there are times when he's just prefer to lie low.
But right now he was running late. He blamed Key. The jerk just had to spill about his dance class to two idiots. They kept pestering him, and he had difficulty trying to slip away.
Taemin ran as fast as his legs could carry him, trying not to slip as he did so. He sighed in relief, seeing the door of the studio. His limbs were begging for rest, but he pushed himself to run even faster. What he didn't expect was for the door to open, an unfamiliar person stepping out. He was too late to try and stop, though. With a cry, he crashed into the slightly taller boy, sending them both sprawling to the ground with a loud thud. As disoriented as he was, Taemin was vaguely aware of a body below of the body below him. The tanned boy below him groaned, eyes fluttering as he stared on the boy above him. Taemin's face heated, and he stuttered, immediately scrambling up. But gravity just seemed tojust love him. His hands slipped as he tried to get up, crashing into the boy below him again. Said boy let out a pained groan.
"Sorry!" Taemin squeaked, immediately standing up (successfully, this time).
The tanned boy blinked up to Taemin and just seemed to stare. Is there something on my face? Taemin momentarily wondered, feeling uncomfortable under the boy's scrutinizing gaze.
"Uhm..." Taemin spoke before awkwardly stretching out a hand, "Need any help?"
That seemed to snap the boy out of his daze. Slowly, he took Taemin's hand. Naturally, Taemin thought everything would be fine. But then again, when was it ever fine when it came to him? Yup, never. Hyukjae, another student from his dance class, chose the exact same moment to crash into the blonde boy. Taemin yelped and closed his eyes, losing his balance again, and fell on the boy he was helping up.
"Woops." Taemin somehow managed to hear Hyukjae's comment, but he was too busy trying to process what the hell just happened.
Taemin felt a soft pair of lips below his own. Opening his eyes, he stared at the wide-eyed boy below him. The gears in his turned slowly. It was the snickering of his classmates that snapped them both out of their daze. Cheeks flaming, Taemin sat up quickly.
"Uhm," he stuttered, "Sorry."
The other boy sat up as well, shaking his head and smiled at Taemin, a faint blush on his cheeks, "It's alright, I guess."
"You're the new student, right?" Taemin couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah," the stranger replied, "I'm Jongin... and you are...?"
Taemin was about to answer when another voice cut in, "Lee Taemin."
Both their head turned towards the source of the voice. Standing at the door was none other than their teacher, Jung Yunho, who wore an amused expression on his face.
"I know you are growing boys, but please have some decency. I really don't want to watch live porn."
The entire class, who had been peeking through the door the entire time (nosy bastards), laughed, teasingly calling out to both boys. Looking at themselves, both their cheeks flamed once they realized Taemin had been straddling Jongin's waist the entire time, with Taemin's hands on his chest and Jongin's on Taemin's waist.
Kill me now. Taemin couldn't help but think as he scrambled up and off the boy.
Jongin awkwardly shuffled to his feet before entering the studio, head down, with Taemin following suit. Hyukjae patted Taemin's back, mumbling an apology as the boy sat beside him, burying his face in his hands and trying to ignore the teasing voices around him.
Why can't I ever have a normal day?