Rating: PG-13, for now. Higher ratings in later chapters.
Summary: Taemin was not the kind of boy to make friends for the sake of having friends; all he needed was his dance. So why did he suddenly find himself drawn to Jonghyun, the boy who never stopped crooning his love song to Juliette?
Status/length: Incomplete, 1,200 words.
Author's Note: This is the side story (more of a prequel, really) to my Onew/Minho fic, Parallel Lines, but it can be read on its' own as AU. And I swear it's not all math-y; I just like the way math terms sound. ^^;;
Previous Chapters: 01, 02
"Taemin! Why is this box so heavy?"
"That's my cds!" Taemin yelled from down the hall towards his brother, who merely scoffed at him before carting the box into the small moving van they'd rented for the day.
"I don't know why you have more cds in your important boxes than clothes," Taemin's mother muttered as she stood in the doorway, watching as Taemin finished piling the last of his clothes into the box.
"Clothes can just be washed, mom. Cds are more important than that; there's nothing worse than wanting to listen to the one song you can't find," Taemin mumbled, folding the flaps of the box and grabbing it, walking toward the doorway and the truck waiting for them outside. He placed the box next to a floor lamp with a sigh, glancing around to look at the rest of his family. They all seemed to calm, so peaceful, so.. okay, with all of this. Taemin wished he could be like that, so accepting of this whole situation, but he couldn't seem to relax. There was a tension in his shoulders that he'd never really experienced before, and he couldn't help but feel like there was something major he was leaving behind.
"Come on, you can ride in the car with me," Taemin's brother grinned, grabbing Taemin by the shoulders and walking to the small Hyundai. "I promise not to blast my music too loud if you promise not to start dancing in the backseat."
"Deal," Taemin nodded, watching as his mother and father got into the moving truck, their hands locked together. He smiled as he watched them for a short moment, hopping into the car when they disappeared in the big white vehicle, exchanging a quick look with his brother.
"Look, I don't know why you're so nervous, but it'll be fine," Taemin's brother grinned in a way that wouldn't be comforting coming from anyone else. Taemin smiled back as his brother turned to face the front of the car, turning the ignition on easily. "Oh, and I hear they've got an older daughter. Thought that might interest you; you've always seemed like a bit of a noona-killer."
Taemin laughed, smacking his brother lightly upside the head before settling back into his seat and turning his iPod on. He put it on shuffle, letting himself relax as the sounds of Usher filled his ears, thinking to himself that if either of them were going to fall in love with the older daughter, it would be his brother; he'd always been a bit of a sucker for older women.
Taemin was right. The second his brother laid eyes on the older daughter, he'd taken off, introducing himself with lightning fast words, taking anything she grabbed from the truck and claiming that girls shouldn't carry such heavy boxes. Taemin rolled his eyes, walking up to the truck and handing her a lamp, smiling at her just a little bit.
"Carry things that look light and he won't make such a fuss."
"Thanks, kid," She said before stalking into the house with the lamp in hand. Taemin blinked, watching her curiously for a second; her features seemed eerily familiar, especially the large puppy eyes and pouty lips. He shook it off a second later, grabbing a box of his cds and heading into the house where his family was standing around talking to the people who he assumed he was going to be living with after today.
"Ah, Taeminnie! This is--" Taemin tuned out his fathers words as he took his first real look at the house, his eyes going wide with shock. Holy fuck, it was big...
"I hope you don't mind sharing a room with our son," Someone spoke, catching Taemin's attention. He turned to the woman who was smiling softly at him, merely nodding his head just slightly, muttering that he didn't mind at all. "He can be a bit... troublesome, but maybe having someone closer to his age would be good for him."
"Now, now. Don't scare the boy," The man spoke, and Taemin guessed that he was the man of the household. "You can put your things in the room just upstairs and to the right; it's one of the larger rooms, we figured you would need it with two people living there and all."
"Thank you," Taemin muttered, offering a slightly awkward smile and a bow towards the man before making his way up the stairs, admittedly a little bit curious about what kind of person he would be living with from now on.
The first thing he noticed when he entered the room, other than the two beds and the way one side was all fixed up and the other completely bare, was all the music in the room. There were posters of musicians everywhere on the fixed up side of the room, an acoustic guitar, two electric guitars, a bass hidden by the closet, and cds piled everywhere. Taemin briefly noted that the other persons music collection could easily rival his own before he set his box down on what he assumed was his bed, curiosity growing by the second. He stepped forward until he reached the dresser with the largest pile of cds, eyes widening just slightly when he saw how many different kinds of cds there were. There were some hip-hop cds that Taemin owned, some r&b, some rock, and even trot. Taemin blinked, picking up one of the cds he didn't recognize and checking out the back, blushing slightly when he realized that it was a soundtrack for porn music.
"My folks said you were a music fiend. Guess it's true."
Taemin froze, his entire body going on full alert. He wasn't afraid because he'd been caught rifling through someone else's things, he wasn't paralyzed because the cd he'd been looking at had been porn music. He was frozen, completely locked in place, because he knew that voice. He almost felt like slapping himself, because he knew logically there was no way in hell that the person standing behind him was the person he thought it was. Sure, he'd heard that voice so many times in his head over the last two months, ever since he'd first heard him sing about Juliette, but he couldn't be here. Right?
Slowly, slowly, Taemin turned around, his eyes locked to the ground. He first took in the clean white sneakers, then the jeans ripped partially at the knees, then the skull belt. He noticed the wristbands, the muscles, the t-shirt that looked old and ratty, until his eyes finally, finally made it further up. He saw the strong jawline, the pouty lips, the high cheekbones, and those large puppy eyes. He felt his breath catch in his throat, felt his face flush as his breathing stopped for a long moment until he reminded himself that he needed that oxygen to breathe. He inhaled sharply, biting on his lower lip as he saw that smirk, that smirk he always got when he teased his fangirls, that smirk that made him seem like he knew every little thing that you were thinking and would use it against you. This was the same man, the same one who always crooned to Juliette, the one Taemin thought he'd left behind in Seoul.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
A/N: I hate writing fillers, which is why this took so long to get out even though it's so short. ;_____; (I'm honestly curious about when the hell 2 days became a long time for me, otl). The next chapter should be out really soon, possibly later on today, because I wrote most of it while waiting for inspiration to write this. ^^;; There will be a lot more interaction between Taemin and Jjong after this, so look forward to it? XD
Thank you all for reading! I hope you liked it. ♥
And for those of you who like TofuHo, I have... 3 fics in the works with them? As well as a JongKey, the sequel to my OnChul smut, a general SHINee crack fic, and a fic with a pairing I won't even say because it's so weird. XDD So. Um. Yeah. I guess you'll be seeing a lot of me once I stop being too lazy to properly work on them? ^^;;