Moving to a new town was never a very comforting sensation, at least not to Taemin. He was sick of changing schools and houses every three months, sick of trying to catch up with his studies, sick of saying goodbye to the friends he made. He had given up trying to mix up, catch up and loosen up when he had turned sixteen, knowing three months later he would be doing the same thing again. His life had been on replay for five years, maybe six, he couldn't really remember; and the only thing that seemed to change was the background of it all.

Author's note:

This fic is a resultant of me relating my messy 2Min feels to this movie.