To The Beautiful You

When Taemin had said he wanted to go to a prestigious high school in Korea to meet his idol, he wasn't exactly expecting his parents to be like "okay, cool" and actually ship him to Korea. Out of his expectations range, really. 

But that's cool and all, Taemin is pleased with the turn of events. He can meet his idol, Kim Jonghyun and he's getting good schooling on top of that. All dandy, really. Except not really. 

The first problem he encounters is that as much as he loves Kim Jonghyun (which is a lot considering he moved from Canada to Korea for him) Kim Jonghyun is an idol, and idols are busy. Aside from the long stares everyone he passes gives him, and the fact he has to share a room with some rich bastard (even the hall monitor gave him a pitying look), everything is excellent.

Head craned backwards as wide eyes stare at the high roof tops painted with angels and large fluffy white clouds. Yunho, the hall monitor, is beside him with an adorning smile. "First time in such a fancy school?" 

Taemin bobs his head forward, a large out-stretched smile on his lips. "Yeah. It was worth it, I can tell." 

Yunho laughs kindly, stopping in front of one of the dark blue doors before stepping aside, "well let's just hope Minho doesn't change your mind." 

Taemin refrains from scoffing rudely to that, he highly doubts even the meanest of cold bastards would be able to get him to move. Considering he originally lives in Canada and Taemin is a tad bit too lazy to do the 10 or so hour flight again for the next 4 years. Jinki waves him a soft goodbye before tucking his clipboard under his armpit and marching away quickly. Refraining from sighing he pulls his giant blue suitcase beside his feet before knocking once, to not seem rude, before opening the door.

Just like the whole entire school, his room does not disappoint. The roof is high and there's two large beds with a least 4 feet in between them, one with plain white covers and the other with dark navy ones. The walls are a dull beige, but he's more than pleased when he spots their own bathroom and a large flat screen TV in the living room, equipped with giant black beanie bags and all. 

Twirling once in a full circle he finds himself throwing his body onto the dusty looking bed, rolling onto his side and letting out a long sigh. He's exhausted, really, he had come to the school the moment he had landed in Korea and now he's beginning to feel the effect. 

With a dreamy shaky sigh, he closes his eyes to be lulled into a deep slumber.

"Wake up," the tone is flat and Taemin groans because he doesn't know this voice and-- "you got the wrong bed dumb fangirl." 

He snaps up at that, eyes half opened as he looks up to a tall brunet looking down at him with a large scowl. "Fangirl?" Taemin croaks groggily, "where? Wait who are you?" Before it clicks that this must be his infamous jackass roommate, first impression crappy already, Taemin tries to salvage the situation. "Oh, you must be Choi Minho, I'm Lee Taemin." 

"So?" Cocking his right hip out, Minho merely tugs his awfully pretty face into an even worse scowl, if his first scowl was awful this one is worst, Taemin thinks. 

"Soooo," Taemin drawls awkwardly while pushing up a not-even-convincing smile, "I'm your new roommate." 

Minho's eyebrows furrow forward, lips pursued thoughtfully as he eyes Taemin up and down. "Girls aren't allowed in this school," he says matter-of-factly.

"Obviously," Taemin snorts before stretching his arms over his head. "It's an all boys school." 

Minho frowns and decides to give Taemin the 'you have to be ing kidding me' look before sighing and waving his hand over Taemin's skinny figure, "and you're a girl, so get going."

All sleepy gears in Taemin's brain finally begin to work at full throttle, and not for a good reason, either. "Excuse me?" Taemin manages to croak before standing up abruptly to grab the front of Minho's crisp and ironed uniform. "I'm a guy!"

His whole situation would've probably seemed really convincing if his voice didn't crack, making him seem more like a girl.

They lapse into an awkward silence and hesitantly Taemin let's go on Minho's blazer.

"Right," Minho says re-adjusting his tie. "I'm going to go report you to Yunho now, dumb fangirl. Did you actually think this plan would work?"

Taemin throws his hands out and howls out of frustration. "Are you so conceited that you think girls actually will sneak into you room just to see you?"

Minho blinks at him. "Yes? They've done it before, and one is currently doing it right now."

"Why?" Taemin says furrowing his brows, "sure you're good looking but I wouldn't go as far as sneak into your room." Before, "and I'm not a fangirl. ing ."