Taemin never thought this would happen to him, at least not for a few more years. He really wasn’t sure how to feel about this or what to do about it. He was completely at a loss.

It wasn’t easy being a homoual teenager. Just like any other young adult, he had a difficult time controlling his hormones. Yes, he often thought about and didn’t feel ashamed like he once thought he should; he read it was healthy for a man to have one thought about every fourteen minutes.

But as stated earlier, he never thought that he’d have this…particular feeling for a long time. He never thought he would have a real crush on someone until he was older and out of high school.

At first he didn’t feel anything for him. The first time Taemin saw him was when he was introduced to his homeroom class as the new transfer student from Busan. His name was Choi Minho, age fifthteen. They shared the same row, Minho’s seat being two seats to the right away from Taemin.

Taemin’s first thought about him was, “He looks like a frog.”

And he didn’t think he’d ever speak to this new transfer student.

A month later, Taemin was being bullied in the hallway when he was on the way to the bathroom. The bullies had stopped him in his tracks, cornering him and saying hurtful things to him like, “Go to Hell,” or, “You’re nothing but a waste of space,” and “You think you really have friends? They only pity you. They don’t really care about you.”

They were the same things he’d been hearing for years now, and hated it when they got to him, making tears form in his eyes when he desperately tried not to show how hurt he was. When he performed in the eighth grade talent show with Kai, he thought the bullying would stop or at least lesson. They had killed that performance, showing what talent they possessed and that they were people to be proud of.

Apparently, it only intensified the bullies’ hatred for him and Taemin knew it was only their jealousy he was up against.

Minho was walking down the attendance to the office when he came across a very distressed looking Taemin surrounded by the popular students that Minho didn’t care much for. Without giving it a second thought, like it was instinct, he walked right up to the bullies and snapped quick pictures of them corning Taemin like predators in the wild, catching their attention and he only smirked at them.

“If I were you, I would be up to me, begging me to not show these pictures to the principal. You wouldn’t want to get suspended would you? With suspension for bullying a classmate on your record, it’ll be difficult getting into college,” Minho said cheekily, knowing that he had won this battle.

The bullies glowered at him, not saying a word as they dissipated, roughly knocking into Minho’s shoulder as they passed him. Minho rolled his eyes at their stupidity before turning to Taemin, giving him a kind smile.

“You alright?”

Taemin nodded weakly not able to say a word. He was shocked. No one other than Kai ever stood up for him, helped him I any sort of way. This was the first time someone came to help him. Taemin gave a weak grin back as Minho took his leave, continuing on his way to the office.

Taemin couldn’t ignore him any longer.

Every time they passed in the hallways, Taemin would smile at his one-time savior not caring if Minho didn’t see it. Sometimes in homeroom, Taemin would mumble a small good morning to him and Minho would reply with equal happiness.

Minho was a friendly, nice, good guy and Taemin liked that about him.

Minho also had P.E. with Taemin and Kai and proved to be a huge distraction to the skinny boy. Kai never once suspected that Taemin liked Minho; he was generally too busy talking about his girlfriend Yoojin to Taemin to notice his friend’s lacking effort in the class. Even in the locker rooms, Kai didn’t notice the Taemin was distracted from him.

Oh, Taemin was distracted all right.

He fell even harder for Minho when he first took notice of his finely chiseled front, abs defined nicely in the wet, clinging fabric of the t-shirt he wore. Taemin nearly forgot how to breathe when Minho removed his shirt, exposing his chocolate skin that shined godly.

Taemin definitely couldn’t help but admire his body.

He really hoped that he wasn’t too obvious about the staring either. He would just die if Minho found out about it.

He really liked Minho but knew that things wouldn’t progress with him. He didn’t think Minho was gay; he could only ever picture him with a skinny, beautiful girl hanging on his arm. Maybe fate would be on his side one day and make Minho gay for him.

Then Taemin wouldn’t have to feel jealous of Kai anymore. 

Oh ho! Look who squirmed his way in here! Minho!

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