AN - 12/08/14 | I know that I thought this chapter wouldn't be written well but I like that in the end I was satisfied with how it turned out. And I did want them to teach a little girl to skate but at the last minute I scrapped the cute idea simply because 2min need this time together.

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Minho felt cold, very cold. 

  His fingers were at the tip of their endurance and his toes felt nothing but numb, even if they were shielded from the temperature by thick and heavy boots. For about two months, the days have been nothing but hot and bright, but if he hadn’t of been a witness to such a bright weather then Minho never would’ve guessed so.    Sitting here made no sense at all.   The place he’s in is nothing like his warm, comfortable and completely appealing apartment. All of the warmly dressed skaters in fluffy outfits around him easily became targets for his envy, and he wished that he had worn similar clothing as well. If only he had been told of where he'd be heading to beforehand, then he wouldn't be so underdressed like this!    Why on earth did he allow himself to be kidnapped?!   “Come on, Minho! Skate with me!” Taemin called to his moping neighbour just as he glided by on the smooth ice.   It had been kept from Minho up until now but apparently, Taemin knew a thing or two about skating and wanted to show off his graceful moves to hopefully encourage the heartbroken student to join him on the ice as well. So far, his attempts were all failing, but giving up wasn’t in his nature. Taemin wanted to be the one to lift Minho’s depressed feelings and turn them in to bright emotions, and he wanted to be the reason Minho became happy again.   Taemin wanted to see him as his old self again.   Even if he hadn’t ever seen Minho smile or purely express his happiness, Taemin definitely had to be the one to bring them out this time, not Seo Yun.   Minho sighed when he was called for the eighth time, and the numbness inside of him only increased while he was left alone to think of SeoYun. It wasn’t that he was being allowed to sit on the side and reflect on his time with Seo Yun, but he was so content with ignoring the pleas coming from the skating boy.    And quite frankly, he didn’t want to touch the ice and make a fool of himself and get hurt.    Other than that, all Minho could see in front of him and pay attention to was a fading out memory of Seo Yun beautifully skating on the ice and smiling at him. The memory seemed to be mocking him and it was probably because he seemed so pitiful, but it was no reason to suddenly confuse the poor boy!    If Minho focused on the memory in front of him enough then he’d swear that Seo Yun’s image flickered to Taemin’s present one every now and then, and it was as if Minho was being shown something.   After coldly being ignored for the tenth time, Taemin no longer wanted to play the nice neighbour and let Minho come to him on his own. No, instead, the elder was going to be dragged on to the ice whether he fell on his and couldn’t move or not!   Pouting, Taemin skated over to him and skilfully stopped right in front of him, causing a few soft ice shards to spray over his covered toes. “Minho, what are you doing sitting here like a loner? Get up and skate!” He demanded.    Minho noticed that that the more the two of them hung out, the more confident and forceful Taemin seemed to become. “Can I leave yet?” He asked.   “You haven’t even skated!”   “…I'll take that as a yes.”   Many people wouldn’t take well to his attitude, but Taemin had already decided that no matter what, he would push Minho out of his depression. “Is this how you plan to be for the rest of your life, sad and full of regret? Nothing will change while you’re like this, and SeoYun isn't coming back to you, you need to accept that. I'm here for you, and if you’ll stop being so stubborn then I'll help you though this!”   Minho gave a combination of a groan and a sigh as he was scolded, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stop the boy even if he had duct tape. But he knew that he was right and he knew himself that he didn’t want to live his life this way.   Crying all day and night…   Pathetically writing depressing poetry…   And watching the weirdest angst drama ever…   This kind of life didn’t appeal to Minho at all, but neither did cooperating too quickly and being corrupted further by Taemin. Whether the boy had good intentions or not, his way about things was plain weird, unethical and unnecessary. In Minho’s door was a noticeable dent from where the bowling ball had been thrown against it, and that would always be enough reason for him to not associate with Taemin more than he had to, if possible. He would admit that it’d be a shame to not see the boy any more though, but only because it was similar to pregnant women being heartbroken over not being able to coo over their children once they stop being babies.   That’s all. Taemin’s cute, and Minho hadn’t seen enough cuteness in his life.   Yes, that’s all there is to it.   After being left unanswered for about four minutes, Taemin became worried that his words had caused Minho’s mind to relapse or shut down from shock. “Minho? Are you awake or just trying to scare me?” He wondered.    The silence was torturing him. It was playing out like the build up of suspense in horror movies during a daunting scene that often involved the either the protagonists or stupid minor characters wandering down eerie places alone. Taemin leaned in closer and inspected Minho’s condition, only to gasp and jump back when two big dark eyes finally looked at him in response, though they looked confused and curious as to what was going on.    “Yah…wh-what--are you trying to kill me?!” Taemin stammered out, just barely keeping his feminine screaming to a minimum.   “How else am I supposed to react when my lips are about to be molested?” Minho retorted in a deadpan tone.   “I wasn’t about to--” Taemin stopped, realising that the idea had been in his mind once before when the two first met. So he couldn’t exactly deny it when he knew himself that he’d love to capture those lips with his own. “Anyway…I’m just trying to help you.” He mumbled.   “What makes you think help is what I need right now, especially when it's from you?!” Minho questioned. “All you've done so far is make my life harder than it needs to be!”   “And with good reason, too! Before I entered the picture, your life was very dull and without sweetness!”    “Life isn’t sweet, Taemin!”   “Mine is…and it’s all because of you.”   Minho would’ve shouted out another remark about how nonsensical and crazy his neighbour was, but then he looked in to his eyes and saw the most genuine feelings. Taemin had confessed why the better parts of his life had become constant repeats and he had straightforwardly exposed the reason behind that. Before the newcomer had moved in to apartment 110, nothing at all seemed to go right.   Taemin held out his hand and hoped that his offer would be accepted. “If you’ll allow it, then I want to make your life sweeter than it is now.” He seriously declared.   Minho stared at the extended hand and tried his best to process everything he had just been told, especially the part about him being the reason Taemin’s life seemed to be going so well these days. Surely he didn’t have that much of an impact on a boy he had only known for two months, right?    Slowly, Minho drew his hand forward and it was willingly taken and h