Taemin vowed he would never cut at school. Never. Too much of a hassle. Stopping the bleeding takes too long; and there's also the danger of him moving wrong and having it reopen, blood staining the white of his uniform shirt. There's not such a thing as a band aid in this instance.

But he keeps his razors on him, just in case.

The excessive 'playful' teasing took a whole new level today. Maybe no one could hate him, but they could always make fun. They were saying he was a girl at birth; but then his parents hated the fact and got him a change when he was small.

He couldn't make the walk home. For him, words like that were always paired with physical abuse. His whole life had been like that. It just felt weird for him to feel the pain on the inside; but none on his skin.

He had been working on a bruise the whole last class, but it was never enough for him.

With the deed done, he feels balanced again, as he presses the toilet paper to his arm. The whole school was empty; no one would stay after on a Friday.

He walks out of the stall without thinking much. He rinses his arm; going through the motions. So far, so good. His heart can't help but pump faster as his arm is exposed for public view.

Soap... Doesn't sting anymore.

Footsteps... Janitor passing down the hallway.

Taemin mindlessly watches sudsy red swirl down the drain as more blood flows from his incision.

“Ah, hello,” a voice cuts into his blank thoughts.

Taemin jumps ten feet, quickly trying to hide the bloody towel and beat up arm in his possession. Choi Minho. What's he doing here?

“Do you mind if I just change here? The stalls are so annoying,”

Taemin shakes his head wordlessly and looks for ways out of this mess. He'd see the bloody mess in the trash can... If he turns around, he'd end up seeing the blood running down his arm.

“Are you here for basketball tryouts too?” He shakes his again, this time throwing in a lame excuse that had to do with making up a test.

“Ah. What subject?” Minho asks, trying to be friendly, which is something he isn't very often. When he turns around, Taemin's head is pointed straight down and his eyes widen as he remembers he left his still bloody razors on the side of the sink. He also cut too deep, the blood now running down his clenched fist as Minho stares intently at him.

Don't look at me.

“Health,” Taemin mumbles again, absently. Minho's eyes narrow in thought.

“You're in my class!” his eyes light up, “Could I borrow your notes from yesterday?”

One drop of blood falls to the floor, hitting a stray piece of paper towel. Then another. And another.

“Eh? You listening?” He leans down to try and catch Taemin's gaze, but it's now fixed on those drops of perfect red. Minho notices, “Omo! Are you bleeding?”

Taemin's head shoots up, a look of surprised and fear taking up his flawless features, “N-no! I'm f-fine!” his eyes jump around and he blinks too much.

Minho, without looking, grabs the arm Taemin had been hiding and takes him to the sink, the very one he had been using to wash up. He struggles furiously, desperately trying to break free, but Minho doesn't notice. His caring and Doctor Senses have kicked in and put him on autopilot.

Taemin thrashes around more, getting more and more panicked by the second, until Minho just stops, dropping the arm. He saw the used razors on the porcelain frame. His eyes traveled to the once flailing boy's limb. Two and two together, he just looks astonished. He can only think of one way his arm got like that...

Taemin grabs his things and runs away, far away from the offending man, with tears streaming down his face. He found out. He's disgusted. Who wouldn't be?

Minho stands in the bathroom in shock. Taemin could be popular, top of the food chain with his looks. Minho had always envied Taemin, even just a little, for looking so flawless all the time. Just like a perfect angel, straight down from heaven.

He now understood why he always rejected offers for parties and hanging out. Why he doesn't have a girlfriend, even though half worship the ground he walks on. Minho realized why he only looked vaugely familiar, as well. He was sporting a somber look, rather than his usual happy-go-lucky one. He understood that too.

He understood, yet...

I know nothing.

And he wants to learn.

Okay... so... this is my first shot at 2min. So be kind :)

OH AND!!!!!! This is based off a Kelly Clarkson song. Here's the link, since I don't know how to embedd stuff ^^; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUnI1qLZPNg

Yahh... soo... There you are? :D The other SHINee members will play a part as well, so don't worry ^^

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