December 3, 2011

1:30PM

Shinee dorm 

Aimee's POV

“Ouch! Taeminnie that was my foot!” I whisper-yelled at him, retracting my now sore foot as much as I could in the confined space.

“Ah sorry!” He quickly apologized, groping around the dark space trying to find my shoulder and giving it a affectionate squeeze.

“But I'm so squished over here!” He whispered. I rolled my eyes. Of course he was squished, we were both sitting, or squatting was more like it, in a tiny towel closet in the hallway coming off of the living room. It was our place of refuge at the moment. And after what we had done, we where gonna have to get comfortable there for a while.

It had started earlier that afternoon. Taemin and I weren't scheduled to get our new hairstyles of the long awaited comeback until the next day; however, the other members had to go that day.

Everyone, namely Key and the manager, was skeptical to leave us home along, and Minho was under the impression we would screw up his sports video games. But we promised to behave and they had all left.

FLASH BACK

I curled up on one end of the tan couch, reading through one of the Harry Potter books I had brought from home.

“AIMEE!” I heard the voice yell, but by the time it had registered there was a flash of yellow curls, a sudden addition of weight on my legs and the distinct sound of someone being sat on.

“Aish so bothersome!” I faked annoyance and became pushing the older boy off my lap. Eventually he gave in and settled for laying on the couch, his feet now on my legs and propping himself up on his elbows.

“Yah, dongsaeng. Let's do something fun. This may be the last free time we have.” He whined. I put down my book, nodding.

“Ok then what should we do?” I asked eagerly

A devilish smile crept onto his lips.

Oh no what have I started?!

“Well Minho hyung has this soccer video game-” he started but I cut him off.

“Aw but oppa Minho hates it when we play his games!” I argued. But by the look on his face I had a feeling I wasn't going to win.

“Come on! He doesn't have to know! Just one game? Please?” Thats when he put on his signature pout and eyes.

But I was well learned in the art of resisting his aegyo. I folded my arms firmly and pursed my lips.

“NO.”

His pout melted and he got serious. Huh, that weird he usually doesn't give up..I thought. The blonde then stood up and heaved an over exaggerated sigh.

“I guess I'll just gave to..” he glanced at me and something flickered in his eyes. Tilted my head, trying not to smile. I had a bad feeling about this.

TAEMIN'S POV

“I'll just have to...” I looked over at her. “readyourdiary!” I yelled before I bolted towards the her room. I had to go fast. If she caught me there was no way in hell I was getting out alive.

Over my shoulder I heard her curse in English a few times before jumping from her seating and chasing me.

Perfect

I was almost there, I reached for the door handle, really to burst through. Thats when my plan succeeded. I felt her thin fingers grab the back of my shirt just as I opened the door. The force of our running reeled us both right through the door and we slammed into the bed, where she had me pinned down on my stomach, her small hands pressing into my back.

Well..she is really protective of her personal thoughts..I thought.

“Ok ok ok...I'll...play.” She panted. She cautiously got off of me but kept hold of one of my wrists as if I would run away again.

I set up the game and we both sat on the floor, backs leaning on the couch.

She turned to me with a competitive glow. “Bring it on.” She challenged it English, and I obliged.

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It was a heated mach, the scores where neck and neck until the last 10 minutes. I pulled through, winning by just enough to keep my pride but not completely crush her.

“Fine. You. Win.” She said, obviously a sore loser. I chuckled softly.

“Make sure Minho oppa's game is in the same place before you leave.” She told me as she stood. “You want a water?”

“Nah, I'm go-!”

Aimee whirled around on her heal and looked at me hard. “What. Did. You. DO?!”

I only looked at the screen, afraid her eyes would burn a whole in mine if I looked at her. But the sight on the screen wasn't much better. There was our game. There was Onew hyun's game. There was Jjong's game. But Minho hyungs game was no where to be seen.

She seemed to catch on to what was going on, her eyes widened.

“Oh no..”

Thats when the front door click opened. Thats when we both whipped our heads around and locked eyes with Choi Minho.

I froze for a minute.

“RUN!”

END FLASH BACK

AIMEE'S POV

So now we were piled into a towel closet, waiting for the infamous Choi Minho to figure out we erased his game. Which is basically like waiting for your neighbor to figure out you ran over there cat or something. We had been “in hiding” for almost an hour, and either Minho hadn't noticed yet, or more likely had realized, knew we were hiding, and was making us wait as a form of cruel and unusual punishment.

Damn he's good!

“Taeminnie-”

“Shh!” He cut me off with a finger to my lips and a shushing sound. Playfully I opened my mouth and lightly bit his finger.

“OW what the heck?! Are you cr-” I tried to control the laughter that then came out as I snapped forward and clasped my hand over his mouth stop his yelling.

Bad idea on my part. As revenge he stuck out his tongue on my constricting hand.

I jumped up at the wet feeling and gave a yelp. He burst out laughing.

“Ew! Gross!” I squealed but giggled helplessly, whipping my hand on his knee.

He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue towards my face.

“Yah! You crazy!” I shouted pressing my hands to his chest in a failed attempt to keep him from me.

“No you bit me!” He fought back, laughing evilly. “It's only fair!”

We toppled backwards and I fell onto him.

Our laughter and jolliness, however, was short lived when the closet door suddenly sung open, reveling a stern looking man, staring down at us with enough flaming charisma to ignite every towel hanging above us.

“Ah..Minho o-oppa..” I managed.

His expression twisted into one of confusion and he cocked his head. “What..what are you two doing..?” His tone was suspicious.

Then it hit me. We was looking at us. We had been all alone today. In a closet. I was straddling a Taemin who was holding my face. Did I mention we were in a closet.

The two of us realized our positions and wend beet red.

Minho, looking as shocked as ever, made a move to run and call the others.

“No!” Taemin almost yelled. “Hyung I can explain!”

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ok sort of short update cause i'm drugged up on pain killers so i might as well type a bit while i can :P

not edited yet cause i'm too lazy xD

enjoy~!