Jasmine Ling

Last night I had this fabulous dream.

So a big crowd of people (and me) were at a fansigning, and we all stood in line, kind of.

Taemin walked down the line, shaking hands and greeting us.

AND MOTHAH!  I HUGGED HIM!

What was weird was that he was as tall as me, and he’s supposed to be 13 cm taller than I am… but whatever…

KAY! THANKS! BYE!

Taeleemin

Characters

you, shinee, people in general

Description

Rated for profanity only.

It’s simple. SHINee needs to go to school.

They go to school. Who’s that one girl ignoring them?

The girl who is always writing on her hand.

The girl they sat around.

They’re gonna find out what’s on her hand, and what her deal is.

Why does she keep ignoring them? Does she hate them?

Why’s she always writing on her hand? Varying colors, too.

Foreword

I could hardly contain my excitement.

SHINee… transferring to our school.

Yes, I was a huge fan.

Like… seriously.

But amongst all the other fans ready to greet them, I’d be seen as another nuisance, another hyperactive fan that annoys them. My plan? …well… you’ll find out.

I was ‘but a young junior.’

Who skipped two grades, but whatever.

Obsessed for a while now.

Anyway, they were going to the school TODAY! I was already fully clothed and standing by my lockers. A teeny bit earlier. Only a few other students lurked about in the hallways. Ten minutes and every other living soul would be vying for SHINee’s attention at the front door.

Wonderful. Not me.

With hundreds of teens trying to get close to them, they’d obviously be annoyed by that. Remove me from that screaming crowd and I’ll somewhat lessen the annoyance our school will be to them. I shut my locker, locking it.

I sat down, criss-crossing my legs. Yes, I wore a skirt, since the school has uniforms, but I also wore these rather comfy and baggy jeans under them. That way, I still follow the dresscode but am freely able to spread my legs while sitting, running while wearing the skirt, and stuff pants-less but skirt-ful girls can’t do.

I liked to be near my locker. That place is my haven.

Yeah, got the SHINee posters. Uh-huh. That’s how I roll. :3

I picked out one of my Gelly Roll pens (a present from my friend, Lee Hana.) and opened my hand to reveal my palm. It’s a surprise I haven’t gotten ink-poisoning…

With the yellow Gelly Roll, I wrote SHINee Fighting! and all of the members’ names in Korean. I wrote Onew in light green, Jonghyun in dark blue, Key in orange, Minho in silver and Taemin in yellow (gold).

With a steady hand I dotted a border around my palm and blew on it so it could dry. When it dried, I thrust it back into my school jacket pocket and stood back up.

The crowd was growing, several of them pressing their faces to the glass. I started to move farthee away, hanging around the back. They were gonna blow us all away with their shining awesomeness. I could hear the screaming get louder.

 

Taemin’s POV

 

I groaned. I didn’t really want to go to school. Fans would scream all over and call me cute.

I really hate being called cute. I frowned as the car stopped and all five us got out of the car. Time to face the horrors.

But I have to act cute to keep up my image anyway.

Don’t get me wrong. I am a really nice guy. I just have to act cuter than necessary.

Taemin’s POV

I wiped away my frown of unhappiness and replaced it with a smile. I was just sad about going to school. All of us were sad about it. The crowd in front of me cheered. My hyungs were all as fake-enthusiatic as me. I repeated my hellos, how are yous, nice to meet yous and all.

Ugh. They were gonna call me cute. I hate being called cute. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a nice guy and all, but I just am forced to act cuter than necessary for the cameras.

Anyway, none of us were happy about school. Mr. Manager had to go “AH BLAH YOU AIN’T GET NO GOOD EDUCATION BLAH GO TO SCHOOOL.” Then he told us that so that the public won’t miss us, he’ll have a film crew follow us in school.

I scanned the crowd, observing the faces. All of them were eager, happy and whatnot. At least we made them happy.

That brought my spirits up a little. Oh hey, there’s someone back there… all alone. A girl.

Does she not care that we arrived here?

WELL…ok then….

The principal came in, cutting a path in the crowd as the film crew filed in the door, cameras filming already. Everyone scattered to their classes when the principal pulled out a megaphone.

He led all of us to one classroom, 160. When we entered, every seat was filled except for exactly five.

It was funny where they were. In the middle of the front row, the girl who didn’t care about us sat there. Then there was this ring of empty desks around her. Do people hate her or something? The whispers grew when we approached the seats. Then the girl looked up, glanced at us and then went to doodling on her hands with some sort of pen. Gelly Rolls, the label said. The hyungs already sat down. I was left to sit on her right.

It was like this.

(initials used)

KK = Kim Kibum (Key)

LW= Lee Jinki (Onew)

KJ = Kim Jonghyun

CM= Choi Minho

LT= Lee Taemin

Desk Desk KK Girl LT Desk Desk

Desk Desk LJ   KJ  CM Desk Desk

I sat down, feeling ticked off a little. How could there possibly be a girl who doesn’t care about us?

Well, Taemin, people have their opinions…

I know, but it just annoys me… but only a little.

It shouldn’t… I don’t want to have a huge ego. I looked at her through the corner of my eye as the teacher introduced us and began the class.

Why is writing on her hand?

She’s gonna get ink poisoning or something. It’s been ten minutes and she’s still writing or drawing on her hand. I averted my attention to the lesson. How does she not get caught in the front row? Apparently every so often, she writes down notes on her paper, but then resumes doodling and scribbling. Then suddenly she started cracking her knuckles.

Really loudly. The teacher paid no attention but every student in the room turned to the girl.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. She finished cracking the knuckles on her left hand. Two cracks per finger, including the thumb

CRACK. I tried to focus on my paper. CRACK. CRACK.CRACK. My tip broke. I pushed the eraser on my mechanical pencil, summoning more lead to the tip. CRACK. CRACK.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. IS SHE DONE?

…

Yes, she’s done. I looked at her again, trying to get a better look.

Well she’s not the average girl you see.

Her hair is bizarre. She has these two locks that go to her midback and the rest of her hair is shoulder-length.

She wore JEANS?! Under her skirt?? JEANS???!!!

Lastly, her hands were covered with graffiti… from pens. The backs of her hands had doodles, but the palms appeared to have writing on them, but I don’t know what they say. I obediently wrote down facts about math and shook my head the slightest fraction of an inch. Weird.

She’s pretty striking, a face to stick out from the rest. Her eyes were large but determined, her nose small and her lips full. Even though her hair was cut strangely, it was glossy and shiny.

She confuses me.

But still, why doesn’t she care about SHINee attending her school? A small clack was heard, and I looked. A black Gelly Roll pen rolled towards my desk. The girl bent down to pick it up, and I glimpsed her palm and stopped, then quickly swiped the pen and set it on her desk. She nodded her thanks to me and began to draw on a piece of paper under her notebook.

She doesn’t really like SHINee, and thus didn’t care if we were here, right?

Why did her hand have our names and hearts on it? SHINee Fighting! On it? I <3 SHINee on it? Maybe I saw it wrong.

I was suddenly curious, to look at her hands and see what they really said.

 

Jae’s POV (You finally learn her name!)

 

I was literally jumping up and down inside my mind. OMG I AM THE LUCKIEST PERSON ALIVE! I’m surrounded entirely by SHINee! Except the teacher’s desk, but he doesn’t count. I scribbled decorations on my hand in my giddiness. On one palm, I decorated what I wrote before on it, adding I LOVE SHINee on it and on the other palm, carefully writing their names, rainbow colored from oldest to youngest. Hearts next to all of them, but a special squiggly around Taemin’s name.  He was my favorite SHINee member.

Well you must have guessed my plan now. I plan to appear like I don’t exactly care, so I won’t looked like a nuisance, crowding around them like a maniac, although I would love to.

I can imagine how annoying it’d be to drown in a sea of fans.

Even better, TAEMIN TOUCHED MY PEN! OMG THIS BLACK PEN WILL BE MY MOST CHERISHED PEN FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. I grinned for a second, and then scribbled down a note about variables. Since my hair was suddenly bothering me, I pulled it back into a messy but doable ponytail, looking at my hands. Hana would laugh at me. Too bad she’s in a different class. She gave me a necklace with the Gelly Rolls, too.

Anyway she’d slap me to death as well because what I wrote was k-pop stuff. She was the only friend I knew who hated k-pop (for some inexplicable reason) but she probably pushed into the fan crowd along with her other k-pop crazy friends.

I breathed slowly, beginning to doodle on my paper.

Kekekekeke… Taemin to my right, Key to my left, Minho, Onew and Jonghyun behind me… this is the best day in my life.

I noticed that I was smiling like an idiot, and I wiped that smile off immediately, trying to appear bored. Math is boring. If SHINee has my schedule… then this would be the same seating arrangements for the rest of the day!

I appeared as the dorky kind of student to everyone, and no one liked me. Whatever… I operate just fine on my own, and Hana is awesome.

So I always sit in the middle of the front, a ring of five empty desks around me. People probably wouldn’t dare sit with SHinee if it meant sitting near me. Anyway, today is the last day of seat-choosing. It’s those permanent seats for the rest of the year.

OH YEAH BABY.

I want to be their friends… would they let me?

Probably not, but being this close is enough for me. I can now die happy. HALLEGLULAH. (don’t blame me if I spelled that wrong) Anyway, class ended and I carried my books in one arm at my side. Most guys hold It like that… The two textbooks and binder are pretty light anyway. I ventured down the hallway, wishing to the death SHINee had my schedule for the day.

English next.

Oh yeah, is that SHINee I see coming in to take the only unoccupied seats which coincidently happen to be all of desks around mine?

Yes, yes it is. The seating was the same as math.

I could die of happiness.

I stared at my palms the entire class, since it was the period was spent to continue reading the book the class was supposed to read together. I already went ahead and finished it. After ten minutes, the teacher left and the mad onrush began.

Is that someone a crowd of fifty fans shoving me over?

Yes, yes it is. These desks weren’t the type that connected the chair to the desk, but the chair tipped over first, catching the desk. I grabbed at my desk for support, and then that flew over and we all landed in a tangled, uncomfortable pile of metal and me.

And this is why I wear jeans. The desk edge scraped my forehead, but nothing else. No big deal.

But the best part is that all of SHINee immediately stood up and helped me. I wriggled out from the tangle of metal with the help of Minho, and Taemin and Key helped me stand again. Jonghyun and Onew asked if I was alright and if I needed to go to the nurse.

IS that a gush of blood pouring down my face?

Yes, yes it is. :3

This is what exactly happened.

“Ah! Come on!” Minho called to the others and grabbed  my arms. I obliged to his help and wriggled out, but then I stumbled and Taemin and Key caught me.

“Are you OK?” They repeatedly asked. The power of sitting right next to me helped them catch me, and then all five of them were… TAKING CARE OF ME.

“I’ll get some tissues.”

“You’re bleeding.” Well NO SHIT. But I forgive you anyway, Kibum.

“That was a horrible accident.” Onew commented, steadying me on my feet. Since I hit my head on the floor pretty hard, I was a little dizzy. Just a tad bit.

The spots where Minho touched me on my arms tingled, the parts on my shoulders and back tingled from Taemin and Key, and right now my entire body tingled.

It was like a barrier from their fans. Lovely. Minho rushed away and returned with a bunch of tissues.

AND MOTHAH, ALL FIVE OF THEM HELPED CLEAN MY FACE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW FABULOUS I FELT. OH YEAH.

But I mustn’t forget my plan. Instead of bouncing about like the crazed, mad fan girl I am, I used perfect posture, thanked them, and refrained from touching them again. Then I sat down, declining the offer to the nurse. I just said that it was just a cut, it would scab and stuff, but then another stream of blood flew forth from it and they forced me to go insisted on going the nurse. The rest of the class was stunned, probably extremely jealous of me (bahahaa), and angry at me (baahahah) and jealous (muahahaha).

I basked in the pleasure for a long time, walking slowly supported by Jonghyun

OMG. I’m walking with SHINee to the nurse. WITH SHINEEEE!

“What happened, exactly?” Minho asked.

“Eh, someone bumped into my desk.” I replied, a little stiffly. I thrust my hands into my pocket, hiding their writing.

“That was a really loud bump sound…” Jonghyun touched the top of my head. SEOGUHVEOSHNSEOAGI

“Come on, almost to the nurse.” Key’s hand rested on my shoulder. Though Minho, Taemin, and Onew weren’t touching me at all, they were walking close by.

“Sorry. It’s our fault.” Taemin looked at me sincerely. “If it weren’t for us, the people wouldn’t have come up to you so fast.” I almost melted, for the billionth time by the way. The melting plus the dizziness made me stumbled, and fall. I fell halfway when Taemin, Onew and Minho snatched at my arms, barely missing. Then I braced myself for the impact of the floor.

Seconds passed. I opened my eyes. OH MY @%$^*#@ GOD. Key’s face was inched above mine. I gulped as I realized he was almost hugging me. They probably thought I fell on purpose. Frozen in place, I gulped over and over again as Key scrutinized my face, looking for other signs of injury.

“Get up hyung. No time to be pulling any moves now!” Taemin huffed, pulling Key off.

“Sorry. Just checking if she was hurt.” Key got up, dusting himself off. I swear, they must be thinking I fell on purpose.

I bet they are, thinking that I am just another crazed fan, driven by mad fan-ness to fake-fall and get in such a situation. A grave event indeed. I got up, pushing my bangs from my face and thanking them again. My entire body felt hot, my heart pounding ferociously.

“I’m sorry…” I looked down, bowing to all five of them before continuing to the nurse. “I’m fine… I can go to the nurse myself.” I tried to shoo them away, too embarrassed with myself for further interaction with them.

“No, you can’t. Obviously.” Minho crossed his arms and Key looked at me. Jonghyun shook his head in disagreement, and Onew placed a pitying hand on my shoulder. Taemin stared at me with  a you-know-you’re-lying kind of look.

Jae’s POV

 

“Hm… She’s right.” I looked to the speaker. Jonghyun.

“The teacher isn’t there anyway, so it doesn’t matter.” Key argued. “Besides, she could have a slight concussion. You saw her hit her head.”

“…Just deal with it. All five of us are going. IT’s our fault anyway.” Onew told us. Well, there goes my attempt at not looking like a maniacal fan.

“Fine.” I crossed my own arms, still bouncing about inside my head. I also have this… talent to not blush. Oh yeahhh. I went back to ‘not caring,’ focusing on that plan seriously. I stopped talking until I got to the nurse, bandaged my bloody forehead, and confirmed no concussions, only headaches. I kept my expression bored and/or blank and walked slowly back to the classroom, after thanking and apologizing again to all of them rather stiffly. I took a place in the corner to read my book as the SHINee people were immersed in the same sea of fans before.

Taemin’s POV

 

She thought she could make it to the nurse on her own.

Stupidly strong girl. She falls too many times…

She wasn’t sitting in her desk anymore, and I glimpsed her in a corner as several people shoved pens and notebooks in my face to sign. With a cheerful face I scribbled my signatures on all of them, glad that the bell rung soon. As our group got together in the hallway, I couldn’t find her anymore.

“What do you think of that girl?” I asked my hyungs.

“She seems nice… at least she’s not spazzing out all over us.” Minho replied matter-of-factly.

“Yea. The only one I’ve seen not crazy about us.” Jonghyun added, though a bit glumly. HAH. I wasn’t the only one feeling a little ticked that she didn’t care if we were famous or whatnot… and I still have to see what’s on her hand.

“She’s always writing on herself.” Key commented.

“Yea.” I nodded to him. She WAS.

“I wonder what she’s writing.” Onew said thoughtfully. I’ll just tell them what I might have glanced on her hand before… and that I might have seen it wrong… or… nah. I want to figure it out on my own.

I must seem very nosy.

But I really reeaaallly want to confirm what I sawww.

I bit my lip, deciding. It would probably be kind of mean-ish to grab her wrist and read her hand… without her permission… IT’S SO TEMPTING. D:

Well, I am Lee Taemin, the (slightly) mischievous, playful guy. I can do it. YEA.

Well anyway, as it turns out, that girl has the same schedule as us, and each class has the only empty seats around her. I swear, is she like a disease to the rest of the students? Kind of mean… Is she lonely at all?

IS SHE A SAD, LONELY PERSON KNOWING NOTHING OF K-POP?!

EGADS, THAT MUST BE IT!!

Energized by vigor, I pledged to be her friend and eradicate all her loneliness and fill her with the knowledge of SHINee!

First I have to read her hand.

Nothing interesting happened in History or Science, so we went to lunch. I bet she sits alone, too. She was a ahead of us in the lunch line, and I watched her sit along a huge table in the corner. NO WAIT.

A  GIRL WENT TO HER! IS SHE GONNA PICK ON HER?

No… the lonely girl accepted the other girl’s company, and then the other girl went on the lunchline. No one else went to her table, though. Our group got our food and looked around. Others hastily tried to make room at their crowded tables, but I led our five to the lonely girl’s table; the only table with enough room for us, plus that other random girl. The lonely girl looked up at us.

“Why are you sitting here?” She asked, wiped her mouth with a napkin.

“Erm… We wanna be your friend!” I wanted to be a nice as possible. She looked surprised.

“Why…?”

“You looked like you needed some friends!” I smiled cheerfully.

“I HAVE a friend… she’s on the lunch line.” She continued.

“Well, we’re gonna sit here! There’s no other table big enough for us five.” Jonghyun piped up.

“Suit yourselves.” The girl shooked her head and went to eating her bibimbap. We sat down. The girl was next to the wall, and then I was next to her, and then Minho next to me. Onew, Jonghyun andKey were sitting across from us.

“Jaeeeeee! They don’t have anymore cooki- OH MY FUCKING GOD.” The girl who went to the lonely girl (who must be called Jae) before stopped. Everyone in the lunchroom turned to stare. A lunch aid scolded her for profanity, and gave her a warning slip of paper.

“Yes, Hana, I know. Come sit next to me.” She shoved Minho and me over a bit, scooched over herself and let Hana sit next to the wall. So I was still next to Jae. Why doesn’t Hana look overjoyed?

“Jae! You KNOW I hate k-pop. WHY DID YOU BRING THEM HERE?!” Oh… I see. She must be the reason why Jae doesn’t care about us! Hana is loud. WAIT. SHE HATES KPOP?! I felt like falling off the seat, but I steadied myself.

“They came here of their own accord.” Jae ate a mouthful of the bibimbap.

“I can’t believe it.” Hana shook her head, disgusted, beginning on her kimchi. Hana has left an awkward silence hanging over the lunch table.

“Give them a chance, Hana. It’s not like they’re stuck-up snobs or anything. They’re pretty nice.” Jae patted HAna’s shoulder. OMG SHE COMPLIMENTED US.

“Fine…” Hana continued to eat her kimchi. I looked down at my sandwich and banana milk lunch, deciding it would be smart to eat.

“So… why do you guys want to sit here?” Hana looked at us.

“Only table big enough.” Jonghyun mumbled through his mouthful.

“Jae looked lonely.” Minho added, chomping on pasta. I nodded to him and sipped some milk.

Jae’s POV

 

Am I just so lucky it’s not even funny?

Being with SHINee every minute of every school day?

DO YOU KNOW HOW FABULOUSLY HAPPY I AM??

DO YOU?

Probably, so I’m going to stop asking you. IT’s not like you’ll answer anyway. :/

My friend Hana hated k-pop… not sure why, but maybe she’ll get used to it. Maybe she’ll see that SHINee isn’t so bad.

I still have to act like I don’t care though… I hope they haven’t gotten the idea that I’m a crazy fangirl (Which am I), out to obsess over them (which I wish I could do),  and want to secretly take pictures of them (I REALLY WANT TO. D: ).

“So… Jae… why are you always writing on your hand?” Taemin suddenly asked. Oh man. Oh man. OH MAN… WHAT DO I SAY?

“Boredom.” I replied, taking a big mouthful of bibimbap to delay anymore words I would say.

“What do you write?” Onew butted in, but not unkindly. I came up with an excuse.

“I write ideas for my stories, but it already rubbed off.” I answered. I DID write a lot. Hana would agree with me. I rubbed my hands together furiously under the table, trying to rid myself of the ink.

Gelly Roll pen ink doesn’t come off easily. I hoped it worked and continued to eat.

“…How come, in class… not to be rude or anything, why do you always sit alone?” Key looked at me. Well, it would be questionable, seeing that in every class there is a circle of empty desks around me. I laughed lightly.

“They’re probably scared of me. More specifically, scared of losing their social life. Hana here doesn’t really care though, and her other friends accept it just fine.” I really didn’t care, though. I sipped some orange juice.

“Why would being with you kill their social life…?” Key gazed at me questioningly. The others joined in, curious.

“Can’t you tell? I’m just the different one.” I gestured to my hair and jeans.

“Just because you’re different?” Minho stared at me in disbelief.

“There’s got to be more than just that.” Jonghyun pointed out. “They can’t just hate on you because you’re different.” Hana continued eating quietly. I hopes she noticed that SHINee was being really nice and not snobby.

“It doesn’t really matter.” I protested. I didn’t want to have to tell them a story.

“Yes it does.” Taemin fired back.

“Why do you guys care so much? You’re idols. Aren’t there more important things to be worried about then the school’s ‘Weirdo?’” I retorted, then shut my mouth. That was mean… I didn’t mean to say that. I pressed my lips together. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to say that.”

“It’s OK.” Minho said in a gentler tone. My god, are they trying to be nice and friendly to me?

“…well, if you want to know, it’s probably because I got the school’s most popular ‘hottie’ expelled and thrown in jail.” I closed my eyes and sighed, remembering the event. I didn’t really regret. He tried to do something horrible and I got him arrested.

Jae’s POV

“Stop it! Please!” I looked down the hallway. Pinned to the ground, sobbing and beaten-up, a girl, not even from our school lay. Kim Kangdae grabbed her wrists, looking menacingly at her. The girl was naked, Kangdae shirtless. Her clothes were strewn across the floor. The girl was weeping. I didn’t waste a second. I ripped my huge jacket off soundlessly and walked quietly over, hidden from the girl’s view by Kangdae, and Kangdae wasn’t facing me. I grabbed his shoulder, basically yanked him up and flipped him into the wall.

“Hey!” Kangdae yelled. I helped the naked girl up, draping the oversized jacket on her. IT reached her knees. Quivering, she zipped it up and looked at me.

“Thank you… who are you?” She put a trembling hand on my shoulder. KAngdae was still recovering from the throw.

“Listen, run to the girl’s bathroom. Go down this hallway, go right and look on the left. I’ll meet you there later. Go!” I told her in a hushed whisper, pushed her and turned to face Kangdae. She fled. This is what seven years of weight-lifting and karate was meant for. Kangdae, struggling stood up.

“Bitch. How dare you!” He hissed, growling.

“Rape? That’s a low even I haven’t expected from you.” I shook my head.

“You!” Kangdae bared his teeth, charging at me. I pivoted and spun around, grabbing his arm. Shoulder throw. I expected him to be angry. I didn’t expect to see him flip out a switchblade and charge again. Just barely, I parried it and locked his arm up, rolling him into the wall. A long cut oozed blood, from my wrist to my shoulder. Ignoring it, I got ready for the next blow.

Kangdae slashed from the upper right to bottom left. With that, I blocked his hand from curving down to the bottom left, and twisted his hand in a way that forced him down. His entire body flipped over, with so much force his breath was knocked out. I sat on him in a way that made him unable to hit me and locked his arms so he couldn’t move them. He still wielded his knife, but couldn’t use it against.

With the other hand, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911. The police rushed in quickly, helping me off him and cuffing Kangdae. The reason that the police didn’t think I was the rapist was the fact that I was just sitting there, disabling Kangdae from any attack. Plus, KAngdae was shirtless and holding his knife.

“Where’s the victim?” A police officer asked. I led her to the girls’ room and found the girl, huddled in the corner and hugging herself. She gasped at my bleeding arm but I pulled her up from the ground. Her knees were knocking, and then she hugged me, crying onto my shoulder, thanking and apologizing to me over and over again.

“Who are you?” She asked, wiping her nose and eyes.

“Just another student. Song Jae.”

“Thank you so much Jae…” She managed a weak smile. “I’m Shin Myunghi.”

Myunghi was never completely raped, since I saved her in the nick of time. The police officers drove us to the station, where they called our parents over. KAngdae was going to be sent to prison. His parents talked to me.

“I’m sorry our son has done such a terrible thing. IT’s our fault we raised him like that.” When Myunghi’s and my parents arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Kim of Kangdae apologized furiously to them. Myunghi’s parents thanked me over and over again, even more than Myunghi herself. My own parents were enthusiastic and proud.

“Let’s be friends, Jae.” Myunghi grabbed my hand with both of hers.

“Ok.”

Though Myunghi moved to America, we kept a steady conversation over the internet.

That night my parent’s talked to me about how proud they were, and also how worried. My arm was all bandaged up and I got to eat two bowls of ice cream.

I didn’t accept any of their money prizes.

“I shouldn’t be rewarded for doing what’s expected of me.” I cheerfully told my parents.

But the next day at school, all my friends ditched me, except Hana. The story had gotten completely twisted.

‘Jae just came in out of nowhere and hurt Kangdae for kissing his girlfriend!”

“She just beat him up for no reason.”

My friends had never really been friends if they were worried about their reputation. HAna didn’t care.

We had a pet/owner relationship. I’m the pet she buys a cookie for everyday.

Jae’s POV

“Oh my god.” I looked up after telling my story to see five jaws all dropped to the ground. Were they really that shocked?

“Why didn’t you ever try to convince them that what you did was right?” Onew looked at me, dumbstruck.

“They wouldn’t believe me, and I didn’t care. If my friends actually thought I did that, then they wouldn’t be my friends because they should know I’m not the type of person to beat someone up for no reason. Or they were just worried about their popularity or something.” I got up to put my tray away.

“Why don’t you care? They made up lies about you!” Jonghyun protested as I placed the tray back where it was supposed to be. Luckily this table was close to the lunch-line.

“Maybe I just have a very cool temper. They can lie about me all they want. It’s enough to know that I know what’s true and what’s not. It’s thinking like this. If people think they can hurt me by saying a bunch of mean words, it’s basically saying they’re stupid, if they think I’m gonna start crying because they said I was a horrible person.” I reply coolly. I really did think that. Just because someone said, “You’re a dork!” I wouldn’t start bawling. “I just let them think what they what. I really don’t care.” SHINee exchanged glances, clearly not having heard this type of theory before. I wouldn’t be surprised. I haven’t met anyone else who thought like me.

“Weren’t you sad at all about losing your friends?” Taemin asked. I nodded. I noticed that the film crew wasn’t there right now. Thank god.

“Duh. But I got over it.” I tucked some hair behind my ear.

“Well, why do you wear jeans and cut your hair like that?” Key inquired curiously.

“Oh this?” I held up one of the longer locks of hair. “I like it that way. It’s unique. I’ve always been good at standing out from the crowd, anyway. I wear jeans because skirts are ew and jeans are comfortable.”

“I… see…” Key’s fashion sense must disapprove. Whatever.

“Hey, Jae, do you like Korean pop?” Taemin wanted to know. I froze. What should I say? I’ll say I’m a mild fan.

“Kind of. It’s OK.” I replied. The urge to obsess over them is slowly returning. I’m good at keeping that urge down. I had the feeling they wanted to be friends with me. I smiled inside. But SHINee looked kind of disappointed. Oh well. IT’s the price for not acting crazily.

Taemin’s POV

Wow, she went through a lot. She doesn’t care, though. If she thinks Korean pop is only ‘OK’ then why did her hand say all this fan-like stuff?

I swear, I’m gonna find out what’s on her hand, this lonely-ish-but-not-really-caring girl! I put my tray away with Key and Minho. Jonghyun and Onew were finishing up their food.

Anyway, after lunch, it turned out that Jae had the same schedule as us, and we sat around her every class. Hana was only in Jae’s lunch period. We said goodbye to HAna and went to class together.

The end of the school day didn’t come soon enough. I was bored. I already knew  it anyway. Jae seemed bored to, along with the rest of SHINee. With no more room on her hands to write on, she just scribbled on a piece of paper, drawings… wow she draws well.

I realized the type of drawing… anime style. It’s really good! I was surprised, but didn’t let it show.

Anyway, the film crew had gotten us after the morning incident of Jae falling, and showed bits and parts of each class, learning and writing notes. They got us while we got our lunch and sat down, but none of the conversation. PE was after lunch, but all we did then we run around a track. Jae is fast…

IT turned out our lockers were right next to Jae’s.  She was right next to the section of un-acquired lockers, and we got them there. When we went to our lockers that morning, we went to them after everyone else was in class already.

How  am I going to look at Jae’s hands? I don’t know…  Our manager was here in his black van.

“Bye, Jae.”

“Bye, Taemin-oppa.” OMG SHE USED –OPPA. –OPPA FOR MEEEEE!

“See you tomorrow, Jae.”

“Bye!”

“I’ll see you later.” Our SHINee said goodbye to Jae, and she replied to all of them, using –oppa on their names, too. It’s only polite, right?

We went off the black van and packed ourselves in it.

Jae’s POV

Hana and I have different buses, and I don’t even use a bus. I just walk.

Jae’s POV

The voice cut right through the air. Her. I turned around.

“Hello, Yunhee.” I sighed, shutting my locker and locking it.

“Answer me.” She fired back.

“In order of your questions, no and none.” I answered truthfully.

“Liar.”

“Believe what you want, if you’re that stupid to believe what’s wrong.” I retorted.

“What?! Ugh. Why are you trying to threaten SHINee into hanging out with you? You, who beat up my love for no reason?!” Yunhee crossed her thin arms, flipping her long black hair.

“I’m not threatening them.” I replied, with an even voice. Yunhee WAS my friend a few years back. Remember the story I told SHINee? That’s the reason why she isn’t now.

“Surrree.” She drawled, not believing me. Of course, who wouldn’t believe me? Everyone. “I’ll just have to teach you a lesson to make sure you don’t go near SHINee ever again.” She thinks I’M desperate? Wow…

“What kind of lesson can YOU teach?” I asked innocently. Yunhee spat on the ground.

“Boys!” She called. Why am I not surprised to see three seniors come bounding out from behind Yunhee? She must have bribed them with kisses or something.

“I don’t have time for this.” I turned around, walking away.

“Are you running away? If you beat these guys, we’ll never bother you again.” Yunhee’s taunting voice followed me. It didn’t really work. Trying to hurt my pride? Pfft.

“Apparently. Good-byyeee.” I waved, leaving. I really didn’t want to engage in fights now. I had karate class tonight. Judging from Yunhee’s sucked-in breath, she was probably not expecting this.

“Go!” I heard her yell, and then I heard the thumping of feet. Why does this also not surprise me? I whipped around, snapped out my leg out and around, caught one on my foot and heard a ‘crack’ sound. Was that a rib? He collapsed on the ground, clutching at his ribcage. Probably. The second one came in way to quickly and grabbed at the hem of my uniform shirt, trying to lift me up off the ground. I dug my fingers into a pressure-point on the back of his hand and he released me, cursing and stumbling back, tripping over guy 1. Guy 3 wrapped his arms around me from the back, in a bear-hug.

Luckily there is a technique used against this specific hold. Guess!

The bear-hug throw.

:3

I put my hands over his, which met at my ribs, secured them with my hands, stepped forward with my right foot, let go of his hands and twisted my hips in a way so suddenly he went flying. Guy 2 recovered, but guy 1 probably wasn’t gonna get up again. Guy 2 snatched at my wrist and missed, but got in a lucky punch that snapped my head to the left. I shook it off, upper-cutting into his stomach with my fist. He gagged, leaning forward. Then I kneed him so artfully in his groin he dropped, but not dead. Guy 3 ran so wildly and full of rage, swinging his fists this way and that. I just pivoted to the side and he ran right past me. When he stopped to turn around, my sidekick was already there, already knocking his air out. Yunhee must have run away during the fight. I ran to the principal’s office, explained it, and he and other teachers went to the pile of senior males and just put them on makeshift stretchers.

They were madder at Yunhee then me. They didn’t get their promised make-out sessions. Nevertheless, they had detention for two weeks and Yunhee had a month of detention. To be sure I wasn’t lying, they looked at the hallway cameras. They’re always on, just no one looks at them.

They told me I was free to go home after they called my parents. MY house was a mile away.

Jae’s POV

Again they went over how proud they were of me on winning the fight and protecting myself. They got me an ice pack for my cheek, let me go on upstairs and do my homework.

Yunhee…

You know what? I’m not gonna stay away from SHINee.

Reason 1. I can’t. I sit in the center of them for every class… permanently.

Reason 2. I can’t help but think that they’re my friends.

I’m not going to tell them about this either, or else they might stop hanging out with me out of worry. I’m happy enough as it is, being with them… being with more than one friend. I flipped open the math textbook, did the geometry homework and wrote the essay for English. Science and History homework was due later this week.

After I finished that, I went onto my computer, gazed happily at the Japanese Replay MV on repeat and singing along.

I’m not creepy.

I swear.

D:

***

I dressed in my pajamas and snuggled under the covers. I had a loft bed, so the ceiling two or three feet above my head. On that ceiling was my beautiful, most treasured poster of them all.

In the center were five pictures all in a row, each of a SHINee member and bordered by fifteen smaller pictures, three pictures per person.

Except Minho got two pictures and Onew got four.

Onew hogged poster-space. Tsk tsk.

Well anyway, I turned on my side and feel asleep for the next day.

***

After breakfast, while walking to school, I spent the entire time writing in happiness on my hand. All of their names again, an I love SHINee!, a SHINee ROCKS, and hearts and dots and whatnot. Cuz that’s what I do.

“Jae!” I heard Taemin yelling. If only I were older he’d call me noona. But I’m younger than all of them. >_< I’m just smarter than them.

“Hi Taemin!” I waved to him. I can’t help it. My façade to appear ‘to not care’ is fading away. I don’t care anymore. I’m their FWIEND. Hana tolerated them now.

The rest of the SHINee group followed behind him.

“Jae! What happened to your face?!” Taemin looked at me in horror. The giant purple bruise. EXCUSE TIIIMMMEEE. I have none, need to make one up. OH!

“Accident in sparring at my karate class. It’s nothing.” I replied cheerfully, waving it away, when suddenly Taemin snatched my wrist.

Taemin’s POV

I saw the stuff on her hand when she waved. I HAVE TO CONFIRMMMM. I’LL DIE OF ANXIETY IF I DON’T CONFIRM. I grabbed her hand while it was up, brought it close to my face and for a second, froze in confusion. SHINee crowded around me, looking at her palm. Jae tried to jerk her arm away, and I swear, even with five of us holding onto her, she almost got it away, but Minho and Jonghyun’s muscles prevented that. Jae gave up and just stared at the ground.

I LOVE SHINee~! <3

SHINee ROCKS!

Onew-oppa

Jjong-oppa

Key-oppa

Minho-oppa

Taeminnie-oppa <3

 

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHAT IS THIS?

I THOUGHT SHE DIDN’T CARE!

I thought that she thought that k-pop was only OK.

AND SHE DRAW’S HEARTS AND POLKADOTS AROUND IT?

Was I somewhat happy? She actually DOES care!

Jae’s POV

OMOMOMOMOMOOOOOOO

omo

MY PLAN IS FOREVER FAILED

D: FIVE GUYS IS TOO STRONG AGAINST MEEEE

Even though I’m that tough… what are they going to do? Will they dismiss me because I’m actually fangirl.

OMO-wait wtf.

Is that a SMILE spreading on their faces? O.O

“So you do care.” Taemin laughed. “Thank you for not jumping up and down over us.” He chuckled. Excuse me?

“We were wondering why you ‘didn’t care’ about us.” Minho commented, looking at my wrist.

“Ideal fan!” Key let go of my hand.

…

…………………………..

“What.”

“You’re the ideal fan. You don’t assault us but still worship us!” Key struck a pose at ‘worship.’ I let out a weak laugh, withdrawing my hand and protectively stuffing it into my pocket.

“Eheheh…heheeh…” Maybe they didn’t notice Taeminnnie-oppa was the only one underlined and with a heart.

“It’s OK. We’re friends anyway.” Jonghyun pointed out. That’s true. FWIENDS. WIFF SHINEE. ME COULD DIEEE.

“Yea.” I replied, more cheerful that they accepted me as their fan (AND FWIEND). Hana always said friend like ‘fwiend.’

“Well, let’s get you to the nurse for an ice pack, and then we can go to math.” Minho suggested. I nodded, walking down the hallway.

Jae’s POV

Well, I realized that even if SHINee weren’t idols or famous, I still would want to be their friends. They’re really nice and funny people. Older than me, but I was skipped two grades. I’m a smart person. :3 I’m supposed to be a freshman, at fourteen going on fifteen, but since I am very intelligent (:D) I am a junior. That’s why Hana isn’t in any of my classes… she didn’t skip grades. I went right from ninth grade to eleventh. She’s a ninth grader in her proper years. This is another reason why no one likes me, because I’m also a ‘nerd,’ smarter than the average fourteen-year-old.

(In this just pretend that they have all of their songs out but all are in their junior years. Must fit the plot and whatnot. :3)

Fifteen… tomorrow!

Oh geez I forgot my own birthday. December 12… Tomorrow was Saturday. SHINee transferred in late.

Taemin, all smiles and happy slung an arm around my shoulders.

“Why are you so short? You’re shorter than Jonghyun-hyung!” He asked out of the blue. “Really short for an eleventh-grader. Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Because I’m younger by about two years than you guys? I skipped two grades.” I explained, straightening under Taemin’s weight.

“No way!” He stared at me. Probably never expected this. “Are you that smart?”

“Yes…”

“Well, how tall are you?”

“…162 cm…” My pride wasn’t much. Taemin was somewhere near 175 cm, and Jonghyun 173 cm.

By the way, I totally do not have that information burned into my brain. Jonghyun cheered.

“You’re really smart, Jae.” Minho commented, stretching way too tall. He leaned an arm on my shoulder. Gawd, how tall? “184 cm, by the way.” He answered my thoughts. O.O

Oh my god…

Omo…

Onew and Key laughed. Minho was heavy. I began to sag a bit under Taemin and Minho’s weight, but straightened up again and continued walking. Almost to class.

OH MY GOD. I JUST REALIZEDDDD. I NEVER WISHED MINHO A LATE HAPPY BIRFFLEDAY! Today was the eleventh, his was on the ninth… the day before they transferred.

“OMO MINHO! I’M A HORRIBLE PERSON! I’M SO SORRYYYYYY!” How to overreact: by Song Jae. I was suddenly kneeling on the floor and bowing to Minho.

This must be hilarious.

“What, who what why? What?!” All of SHINee jumped back.

I stood up, jumped to Minho’s height and grabbed his shoulders.

“HAPPY LATE BIRFDAY!” I yelled, then dropped from the air, regained composure and walked on as if nothing happened. I looked over my shoulder at the SHINee group, who stared at me in confusion.

“Sorry… that’s just me.” I laughed, and they start to, as well. “You guys should have seen your faces.”

“That’s true.”

“Come on, we got to get to class.” Onew pushed us along.

***

“Um, the chicken soup please.” I picked the rich-looking brown soup, and the lunch lady nodded, ladling it out into a disposable bowl. I smiled and thanked her, grabbed a water bottle and paid for my food at the cashier. SHINee was buying their food, along with Hana. I sat down at the table. SHINee was about to sit down when suddenly I heard Yunhee’s prominent voice above the lunch chatter.

“Neh, Taeminnie-oppa, you can sit with us! Key-oppa, Minho-oppa, Onew-oppa and Jonghyun-oppa, too!” She called out, putting on a cute voice.

“Mianhe, there’s not enough room for us there.” Minho declined, sitting down next to me. Hana just came over and sat on the other side of me. I glanced at Yunhee. She looked mad, crossing her arms.

“Why are you sitting with the ‘Weirdo?’” Yunhee tried again. “She’s a horrible person.” I continued to eat like normal, pretending to ignore her but listening to see how SHINee would react. “She beat up my boyfriend because she was jealous.” Ah, a new twisted-version of the story. The entire lunchroom went silent by the way.

“She’s our friend.” Taemin spoke up. I smiled into the spoon of soup I had, spilling two drops back into the bowl. Omo, SHINee’s standing up now.

“Why? She’s a bully.” Yunhee tried to sound… desperate? “She’s such a moron.”

“Jae’s our friend.” Taemin repeated. SHINee and even Hana nodded. I tilted my bowl and drank the last of the soup. That was some awesome soup. Too bad I had to eat it so quickly.

“She has no right to be your friend. She’s even being a coward right now, making you guys talk for her!” Yunhee cried. I sighed, standing up.

“Yunhee, you’re interrupting our lunch.” My words were cool and calm.

“What did you say? I am not!” She was furious, even though she clearly was interrupting our lunch. I gestured to SHINee to sit.

“I’m not going to repeat it.”

“Bitch! You don’t deserve SHINee!” Yunhee glared daggers at me.

“Are you done yet?” I folded my arms, sounding and appearing bored, which infuriated her even more.

“You’re a weirdo and a geek! What tricks are you using on SHINee to make them like you?!”

“Yunh-“

“I can’t forgive you for brainwashing them! What did you do?!”

“Listen Yu-“

“Bitch!” Yunhee yelled.

Jae’s POV

…Excuse me?

…Girlfriend…

WHAT?

Hana scooted back as he wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders. Oh, the poor film crew would have loved to get this in it. They were busy eating in some other room.

Minho, next to me, standing up… calling me his ‘girlfriend.’

WHAT THE HELL.

I swear, there was a wave of gasps resonating about the room. I looked at Yunhee, who looked completely devastated and crushed.

“G-girlfriend?” Yunhee repeated, coughing.

“Yes. Got a problem with that?” Minho went on coolly.

Holy mother of pinecones, what have you gotten me into, Minho?

Does he know that he just gave the bomb to start the avalanche of mad Minho fangirls on me?

Even more… this CLOSENESS. Since Minho was 22 centimeters taller than I, he had my head pressed against his chest. Omo… omomomomomo.

From the corners of my eyes I looked down at the other SHINee member’s reactions. Taemin, Onew, Key and Jonghyun were all open-mouthed.

“I-I’m s-orry.” Yunhee stammered, lowering back down into her seat. And then he lit the bomb to unleash the avalanche of mad Minho fangirls on me… by drawing me into a protective hug. I squeaked a protest, but it was muffled. My face on his chest, his arms wrapped around me, I felt I could suffocate like that. Minho slowly sat us down, keeping one arm on me and pulling me closer to him.

O-M-O

The lunchroom immediately burst into gossip, most definitely on how I tricked Minho-oppa into becoming my boyfriend. SHINee and Hana were both silent, quietly finishing their food.

“Yah, Minho-oppa! What was that for?!” I whispered, trying to move away.

“Well, it stopped her from insulting you, didn’t it?” Did he comprehend that there would be a mad avalanche of rabid fangirls? I breathed slowly, closing my eyes and putting my head on the table. Minho Minho Minho…

The closest I had ever been to a non-family male… except when Key fell on me yesterday.

“Anyway, we’re not really boyfriend-girlfriend.” He added. Well, that much was true. My eyes suddenly fell on Taemin. He was looking down at his kimchi, eating slowly. I sighed, staring at him through my bangs. “It’s just for the school.”

***

How did I know that something like this was going to happen? Something like this, not exactly like it… I just never expected it to happen this way and be this extreme.

I feel like I’m in a movie.

The last in the school, picking up a forgotten book in the classroom, was I. I walked down the hallway, when suddenly a door opened, something hard hit my head and I dropped.

Honestly, I think Minho didn’t know how serious and hardcore his fans were. I swear, I think they’re all rabid maniacs out to kill whoever got within a mile radius of their Flaming Charisma.

This was a bit extreme, but then again, Yunhee was always the type to overreact, along with several of her friends. There was a lump in my head, probably from the dictionary one of them used to hit me with. Well anyway, they did something while I was unconscious. I woke up again in the same hallway where I got hit, except my head felt a lot lighter and my body a lot heavier.

Well anyway, there was a lovely landscape of bruises painted onto my body, all from more rather large and heavy books. When I checked a mirror, they’d hacked off a lot of my hair and left it sprinkled on me.

I bit my lip because the pain really did hurt, but I breathed and calmed down. A note next to me.

STAY AWAY FROM THEM!

I shook my head, and then looked at the mess of hairy books. Better clean it up.

***

I dumped the hair in the trash can and put the last book in the shelf. Are they seriously going to torment me like this? Well too bad for them.

I can put up with whatever they throw at me. Cut hair? Pshh, that’s nothing. Bruises? I’ve gotten a million in my lifetime.

Dusting myself off, I went down the hall and exited the school, walking all beaten-up in broad daylight. I felt that it made me look really tough.

Or pitiful, but I rather look strong. I strolled down the sidewalk like nothing, into my house where my parents almost flipped. They made me shower and clean myself, and took me out to a hair place.

When the hairdresser set the large square of fabric on me to keep the hair off, she stared at my hair.

“People have these grudges against me.” I simply explained. She nodded, and then suggested something.

“Hair like Sooyoung in Genie?” She held up a picture. “You’d look awesome with it.”

http://www.glogster.com/media/5/15/91/97/15919726.jpg

“Sure.” It was a pretty cool haircut. I let Mrs. HairPerson (not her real name) perform her magic with her silver scissors.

While she snipped, she asked about the ‘people who have these grudges against me.’

“Eh, this guy and I are pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend and all the girls are mad about it.” I wouldn’t tell her who the guy was… she might be a rabid Minho fangirl in disguise.

“Why are you pretending to be girlfriend to him?” She asked curiously, combing out hair. What should I say to this? RANDOM EXCUSE GENERATOR, WORK!

We thought it’d be funny.

NO

He proposed marriage.

NO

He wanted a random girl to stop bothering him.

OK

“He wanted this stalker girl to stop bothering him.”

“Well, those girls are harsh over-reactors.” She tsked, spraying more water on my head and shaking her own head.

“Yep.”

“Ok, done! You look awesome!” Mrs. HairPerson spun the chair and let me face the mirror. I really liked it. Honestly.

“Wow! Thanks.” I thanked her as she removed the hair-blanket-thing-to-keep-hair-off-my-clothes and let me sit up.

“Do you want something to cover up that cut next to your lip?” She offered.

Jae’s POV

My parents were amazed at the difference. I had been too.

“Oh wait! Jae, why don’t you get highlights?” Mom suddenly suggested. Mrs. HairPerson clapped her hands together.

“She’d look so cool!” She agreed. Dad reluctantly OK-ed it and suddenly I was back on the chair, getting gold, brown and caramel streaks in my hair. I was reminded of Key when he had his hair with rainbow streaks…

***

After much fussing, special conditioner and shampoo for colored hair and some instructions on colored-hair care, I was finally tucked in my bed, falling asleep.

***

“Omo! You’re hair is so cool!” Taemin complimented me as I entered the school.

“Thanks.” I twisted the dial to my locker.

“Good. Copy me more.” I turned to Key. I could see he approved it. “After all, everything I do is always right.” He smiled.

“Hah. Of course.” Jonghyun laughed. “Honey.”

“Please don’t get lovey-dovey now, guys.” Onew came on over, arms full of books. “Nice hair.” He commented.  I chuckled, opening my locker and taking out some of my own books. Then he focused more. “What happened to your face?” Oh yea, scratched.

“I tripped.” I shrugged. “It’s OK. The floor apologized for scratching me.” I heard Minho’s laugh above everyone else’s.

“Oh dear, everyone step back for the giant to come in.”  I teased him, and everyone laughed again.

“Hair?” He nodded his head in my direction, his hands full like Onew’s.

“I felt like it.” I replied, shutting my locker and locking it.

“I see.”

“Of course you do. IF not, you’d be blind.” I retorted, hefting my books up. He chuckled. “Let’s go to class, guys.” I walked to the classroom, already expecting the gossip about Minho and me to be flying.

People were also surprised over my hair, but whatever. I slightly listened as I pushed my books into my desk.

“She’s probably going to beat him up like she did Kangdae!” Someone said.

“I don’t think she could! Minho’s strong!”

“Don’t forget hot!”

I sighed, brushing my bangs away from my forehead and whipping out the Gelly Rolls, ready to scribble.

Since my favorite SHINee member is (still and always) Taemin, I wrote his name on one palm, in my desk. That way no one can see. Yea, I’m so smart!

Anyway, I wrote all of their names again on the other palm, decorating it like usual, when I knocked the Gelly Rolls plastic case over. Taemin picked it up, about to give it back when he looked at it. I had these… threats written on the front and back.

IF YOU STEAL THESE, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND IT WILL NOT BE PLEASANT.

NOT PLEASANT AT ALL…

FOR YOU.

The back had

IF YOU DON’T RETURN THESE, I WILL PERSONALLY STALK YOU, MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP AND FEED YOUR REMAINS TO THE MONSTER IN MY BASEMENT.

Then I had my address and phone numbers on it in case I ever lost it.

“Uhhh…” Taemin looked at me, his eyes asking for answers.

“Oh, these pens are just special. My friend got them for me.” I mentally slapped myself. What would he think of me after reading that? “And no, I don’t really have a monster in my basement.” He laughed.

“That’s pretty funny. I don’t think anyone could steal these after reading this.” He looked at the writing and burst into more laughter. Jonghyun wanted to see it, so Taemin asked if he could pass it around. I nodded my consent, and Jonghyun laughed even harder than Taemin. I giggled myself, and went back to doodling on my hand.

It’s really nice… friends.

When I got the box back, everyone still snorted or laughed. The film crew got that. I put the pens away and prepared to write down notes. When the teacher was away for five more minutes, I went to thinking about being Minho’s… ‘girlfriend…’

Are they going to ask to… PROVE it or something? I shuddered at the thought, clenching my fists. Minho, your intentions were fabulous and all, but I fear you’ve sort of dropped me down a hole filled with trouble.

***

I stared at the dumplings on my plate, eating ever-so-slowly, anticipating SOMETHING to happen. Minho has to be next to me now.

“Jae, want a cookie?” Taemin waved one of his snickerdoodles in front of my face.

“Oh.” I looked at it, taking it in my hand. “Thanks, Taeminnie-oppa.” I smiled at him and set the cookie on the side of my plate, decided to actually eat my dumplings.

They were tasty dumplings.

Anyway, I chomped on the cookie, completely ladylike and Hana laughed at me.

“Drink your chocolate milk.” She told me, shoving the bottle under my nose. I chuckled, taking it and downing a big gulp and washing down the cookie and glancing at Minho. I like Minho… as a fan, as a friend… Not girlfriend way.

Jae’s POV

Except this time, she was standing behind me.

“Jae! Why did you hurt me last night?!” Yunhee sounded near tears.

“Who hurt what?” I mumbled, wiping my mouth with my napkin.

“I thought we were friends…” She trailed off. Her NEW plan.

“When were we friends?” I asked, the slightest touch of sarcasm in my voice. Anyone could recall what happened yesterday during lunch. She called me a bitch, a moron, brainwasher and weirdo or so.

“I was so sorry about that fight during lunch yesterday, too… You didn’t have to get so mad about it and hit me!” A tear rolled down her cheek. Still trying to turn SHINee against me.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t with you… I was getting a HAIRCUT.” I emphasized. She knew very well which haircut I was talking about.

“You slapped me!” Yunhee burst out, several more tears falling from her eyes. At least my six friends didn’t believe her. SHINee could very well tell from yesterday at lunch, her screaming her head off at me. They also knew me well enough that I don’t hit people for no reason because I have a low temper. I explained that earlier.

“When?” I leaned on my arm.

“Yesterday! After school… you stayed after and slapped me while I was on cleaning duty! Then you ran away!” Yunhee lied on, and would have been convincing if not for yesterday at lunch. Minho suddenly drew me into his arms again.

“Please stop lying about my girlfriend.” He spoke, using his powerful deep voice. I swear it just caused a 9.8 earthquake in the lunchroom.

“I’m not lying. She really hurt me.” Yunhee dropped onto the ground, on her knees, sobbing. When did she learn to cry so easily?

“She couldn’t have. She was with me the entire time.” Minho also lied, but hey, I’m grateful for it. I pushed the slightest fraction of an inch away from Minho so I could breathe. Under the table I poked Hana’s arm. We poke each other all the time. IT gives me something to do while Minho suffocates me.

“That’s impossible… she slapped me and left me in the hallway, all alone…” By now the cafeteria was silent (again).

“Yunhee, we know you’re jealous and everything, but you might want to make an effort to not look desperate.” Hana suddenly announced. I looked at her. Now Yunhee is going to throw a tantrum or something. She winked at me, knowing Yunhee would scream and bawl.

Yunhee’s lips trembled, and I caught her gaze. Keeping her stare, I began to very slowly roll my sleeve upwards, ready to put all the beautiful bruises on display. She shook her head rapidly. She knew what my face was saying. It was a glare telling her to ‘get-the-fuck-away-before-I-completely-ruin-your life.’

Of course, I’m not that mean, but I can look extremely menacing when I want to.

SHINee looked at me, wondering why in the world rolling my sleeve up would make Yunhee shut up. Yunhee regarded me hopelessly, probably angry.

“Stop messing with her.” I was surprised by Taemin’s bold actions. He … glared (!!) at Yunhee, slightly. “Stop messing with Jae.” He repeated. Wordlessly Yunhee stepped back, sinking back into her seat. I managed a smile at Taemin. He returned it without hesitating.

“Jae.” I looked up at Minho, who had let go of me. “What’s with your arm?” He inquired, referring to how rolling my sleeve up made Yunhee shut up. Obviously she hadn’t thought that the injuries she inflicted herself on me could be used against her. Anyway the lunchroom’s chatting volume rose again, and everyone ignored us once more.

“Nothing. It’s just something that happened a long time ago.” I lied, protectively holding my arm. Thankfully, I’m rather good at lying, but he still looked at me suspiciously. Everyone did. I raised my eyebrows at them. “I’m tired. Let me sleep for the rest of the period.” I dropped my head on the table, when I heard footsteps behind me.

Déjà vu… I thought, when suddenly someone grabbed my arm. MY head shot up and I reflexively went to yank my arm back. His strength was a lot, though.

Minho??

Key??

Minho’s hand on my wrist and Key’s hand pushing my sleeve up, revealing the gorgeous painting of blue, purple, black and red bruises. I squeezed my eyes shut as the entire table gasped.

“Jae! How did this happen?” Taemin looked aghast when I opened my eyes.

“Stuff happened.” I replied, slowly. Jonghyun stared, open-mouthed with Onew. Onew’ chicken drumstick fell onto his plate.

For surely, if I told them, they would plan some kind of revenge or so.

I hate it when people think revenge is the best thing in the world.

It’s not.

“Jae.” Minho tightened his grip. I twisted my arm and wrenched it out of his grasp. Key checked my other arm, also covered in bruises.

I matched his gaze with an equally intimidating stare, folding my arms defiantly after rolling my sleeves back down. “Yes?”

“How did this happen?” He repeated what Taemin said.

“If I tell you, you better not do anything, because I swear I’ll hate you forever.” I warned. He nodded. I looked around. Everyone nodded.

“Fine.” I gave up. “Yunhee’s just jealous of me.” I didn’t want to explain any further.

“Seriously.” Hana looked at me. “Yunhee isn’t capable of hurting anyone. She’s a weakling.”

“She just brought some seniors with her.” I wouldn’t say anything else.

“And you’re not mad?!” Minho looked at me like I was crazy.

“Actually, no, I’m not. I can deal with it.” I retorted.

“You’re not going to do anything back to her?” Jonghyun asked, rising slowly from his seat.

“Haven’t you ever heard that two wrongs don’t make a right?” I snapped.

“She deserves it!” Minho added.

“Ugh, this is pretty much why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you were just going to get fired up and take revenge. That way only more people get hurt!” I yelled. Everyone in the cafeteria turned to look at me. “Forget it.” I stood up, walking away from them.

Why don’t they understand that two wrongs don’t make a right? The only reason I fight is in self-defense, just so they won’t hurt me bad.

I stormed to the girls’ bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face. They’re really ticking me off. I swear, if they do take in revenge… they aren’t going to be happy.

Taemin’s POV

I thought revenge would be good, but the way Jae told us it wasn’t pretty much convinced me. I could tell though, that everyone else didn’t agree.

They want revenge.

I was pretty angry that they hurt Jae… she’s my friend!

Taemin’s POV

I bit my lip and interrupted them.

“I’m going to… go to the restroom.” I said quietly. Minho nodded. Despite Jae’s warning they were already planning on how to make Yunhee regret everything. I’d heard their idea… it was to somehow make the teachers believe that Yunhee cheated on some test, or something along those lines… not sure.

I got up from the table and walked through the maze of lunch tables, the volume of chatter never once receding. Through the door and down the hallway, I looked around for Jae. The door to the girls’ room opened slowly. I walked a bit faster to see if it was Jae. Her forehead was a little wet, her bangs brushed back.

“Jae.”

“If it’s about getting revenge, goodbye.” She was already strolling in the opposite direction.

“No!” I hurried after her. “I agree with you. They shouldn’t be getting revenge.” That made her slow down to a stop. I got next to her.

“Really? No one’s ever agreed with me on that before. I guess they have too much pride…” Jae trailed off. I put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She didn’t shrug it away.

“It’s true that revenge just means more people getting hurt.” I began.

“It does. I don’t think someone who hurt someone else deserves something worse. I think that someone should just be taught that whatever she or he did was wrong and not do it again. But then the one who was wronged has too much pride and feels like they must get back at them and do something even more devastating.” She looked up, sighed and looked back down.

Is that the longest thing I’ve ever heard her say? Anyway, the only times I really get revenge are like ‘playing’ revenge. Sort of like someone hit me with a dodgeball in a game, I’d hit them back, but I won’t plan some sort of death for them. When we’re all playing and find it funny.

“Yeah.” I ended up saying back to her.

Minho’s POV

Why does Jae think revenge is wrong? Yunhee was horrible to her! She deserves it.

Anyway, here’s the plan:

The ninth graders all have a huge test coming up. We know where Yunhee’s locker is. She told us in case ‘SHINee decided to drop by.’ Hana’s tenth grade friends have their year-old corrected tests. It’s the same test every year. They photocopied it and gave it to us, glad to do anything bad to Yunhee. They hated her.

So with the test answers, I typed up an official-looking answer sheet and stuffed several of them in her folder. In lunch, if you bring books, they have bookshelves lining the walls, and you have to put them on the shelves until the end of lunch, so her folders are free to the world. Her test is the period after lunch with Hana. Hana’s sits next to Yunhee in class; they’re both ninth graders anyway.

When Yunhee opens her folder, Hana will see it and yell about it to the teacher. Then the teacher will think Yunhee has been cheating and she’ll get several weeks of detention

It’s foolproof.

Since the test is on Monday, right after the weekend, Hana will email us the corrected tests. Hana declared she wouldn’t look at them at all.

Then we can put our lovely plan into action.

Taemin came back, along with Jae. Has he convinced her that revenge is sweet? What surprised me is that Jae grabbed the collar of my shirt.

“Don’t think I can’t take you on, Minho.” She began, with an abnormally intimidating swear. “Because I will if you take revenge.” She pulled me closer so I could feel the full blast of her anger.

Oh mah jeez… scaredscaredscared.

O.O

Then she let go, and never went back to her seat. She sat at the unoccupied end of the other table… with Taemin!

“Yah, Taemin! Maknae! Why are you over there!” I called to him.

“I’m with Jae.” He replied stubbornly. The two of them looked away from me, and I huffed grumpily. Kids these days…

***

Oh yeah, I had EVERYTHING ready. The answer sheet was typed up. Now all I had to do was wait for the weekend to end, and also do my weekend schedules.

Jae’s POV

I walked home safely that night, and accidently let my birthday slip to Taemin. He wanted me to go over to celebrate, but it might cause a scandal and besides, those revenge-takers would fill up my ‘party’ with more plans.

“What if I go to your house? In disguise?” Taemin asked. Oh man, I really wanted to have my party with someone… not alone… my parents would be thrilled with an idol in the house… “Well, I don’t have a big schedule. Some morning stuff and then I’m free after one.” He offered.

“Ok!” I grinned. Taemin is a really nice friend. He beamed back, and asked for my address. Apparently it was close to wherever his place was.

NEXT DAY

I told my parents a friend would be coming over… just not who the person was… They would be surprised.

I was eagerly awaiting Taemin’s arrival… He said 1:30 so he could get ready after his jobs and such. OK! Only….three more hours! I spent that time making the house look perfect.

Taemin’s POV

“Anything… friendshippy?” I asked the jeweler. “Like necklaces?” He seemed somewhat intimidated by me… anyway I didn’t have to go tell my hyungs where I was… they got home way after I did.

“Yea, over there near the back corner.” He pointed. I nodded thanks to him and trotted back there, when I spotted the most perfect set.

EVAR.

MILK AND COOKIES OH YEAH.

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It doesn’t look like anything serious, and I don’t know if she would consider me a best friend…

“Can I have this, please?” I set the necklaces on the counter. Oh wow, I’m going to be milk!

“Yes, would you like a box and wrapping?” He offered kindly. I nodded. With expert hands, he placed the necklaces on a square of secured fabric in the box and wrapped it up easily with

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and tied it up with

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“Thank you!” I bowed slightly to the man and left, the box hidden in a bag.

By the way, my sunglasses were fabulous; my hat covered my red hair, and my jacket and hood concealed my identity.

Jae’s POV

The doorbell rang and my mom called me downstairs to get it.

Oh man… Taemin!

MY FWIEND.

Too happy on my birthday to be upset about anything, I bounded down the stairs like a dog, eager, excited. BIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAAYYY PAHTEEE!

With one other friend, but it’s better than none.

I almost flung the door open, but I composed myself, looking at my reflection of this mirror conveniently placed on the wall.

It’s TAEMIN, so yeah. I opened the door and the smile lit my face.

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He was holding a cap and sunglasses in one hand, his disguise, I assume, and he held up a tiny and cute-looking wrapped box in the other. “Taemin!”

“Happy Birthday!” Oh my god… present… from friend… EVEN HANA DIDN’T WRAP HER PRESENTS AND MAKE THEM PRETTY. OH MY GOD… FIRST PRESENT… FROM A GUY! (insert mental squeal here)

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”I flung my arms around him suddenly, unaware of my actions, when I paused.

Excuse meee.

What am I doing? I’m hugging… Taemin. I’m hugging… Lee Taemin from SHINee.

This is embarrassing. He hugged me back… and we’re friends… and friend hugging should be OK… I don’t know why I felt so hot and embarrassed inside. I removed my head from the tiny nest of his sweatshirt on his shoulder and laughed it off. He laughed a bit too.

“SONG JAE. IS THAT LEE TAEMIN AT THE DOOR? THE IDOL?” I hear Mom yell from the kitchen.

“MAYBE.” I called back.

“OH MY GOD.” She replied.

“I KNOW, RIGHT.”

“YEAH.” Lovely conversations I have with Mommy.

“Uh…” Mom poked her head from the kitchen. “Welcome Taemin! Thanks for bringing my sweetheart a present. Go on, make yourself at home. Why don’t you two go up to her room and I’ll bring some… tea or milk or whatever you want.” She welcomed him, sounding awkward from surprise. I wouldn’t blame her.

“Um, juice would be nice.” Taemin told her, scratching his head a bit.

“Ok.” She went back into the kitchen.

“…eh-heh… follow me upstairs.” I lead him up the stairs and paused at my door…

… A guy… in my room… never happened before…

“HEY HONEY, IS TAEMIN YOUR BOYFRIEND?!”

“MOM! I’M FOURTEEN!”

“NO, YOU’RE FIFTEEN NOW! AND DOES THAT MEAN HE IS?!”

“NO!” Taemin and I both yelled. We looked at each other

“ARE YOU SSUUUURRE?!” She drawled out the word.

“POSITIVE!” I pushed Taemin into the room to escape my mother’s voice. Oh man… I have never been this embarrassed before. I closed the door and faced it, head down. “Sorry about that… my mom freaks out over any kind of boy I know…” I explained weakly.

“I see…” He coughed. I turned around to face him. “So… uh… nice room you got here…”

“Thanks.” I replied.

“Here, open it.” He pushed the gift towards me and I took it, not sure what I’d find. It’s such a tiny box…

DAT MUST BE DAH KEEYOOTEST SET OF NECKLACES I HAVE EVAR SEEEN. My entire face lit up. Cookie and milk… so cutee… >//<

Taemin picked up the cookie one, and suddenly leaning forward, put the necklace around my neck. Omo… his chest… it was in my face. Taemin had trouble doing the clasp, but I was sort of frozen right there. “Wait a second, I got i-“

The door flew open, slammed the wall with a huge force making Taemin topple over.

Jae’s POV

My mouth was pretty much dropped open. My mom kept smiling, set the tray down on a nearby table.

“Sorry! <3” Mom waved us along. “I’ll be going now!” She left the room. I never knew Mom could cause a slight earthquake by slamming a door… I turned my head back from the side.

Well anyway… we were in this… position… At least Taemin got the necklace on before Mom rudely burst in. The position that happens in typical… shoujo manga. Hands and knees on either side of me, his body hovering a foot or so above me… that position…

Yeah.

What’s funny is that this lasted for five minutes… five long, dragging minutes… not that I minded that the minutes dragged, and neither of us moved.

Der… Taemin is so attractive. I observed his face and he observed mine. I didn’t know if I’d melted into a puddle yet.

“Let’s drink our juice now.” I was getting really hot inside, all anxious and stuff. He nodded, getting off. I downed the ice-cold orange juice to cool off, facing away from Taemin, and wondering if I’d blushed for the first time ever. When I finished the juice, I put the cup down, breathed and turned to face Taemin.

“Sooo…” I began. “What do you want to do?” Taemin already had his milk necklace on.

“Whatever you want, birthday girl.”

“Umm… I have nothing… and we have five hours before we do the cake and celebration.”

“Let’s go out to an amusement park.” He said abruptly.

“Wha?”

“Amusement park. Let’s go.”

“…Ok then?”

I’m going to make pages for each fanfiction to make it easier for you guys to read it.

OMO I HAS FOURTEEN SUBSCRIBERS FOR The Writing On My Hand!

I made a Happy BirffleDay post for Taemin and nineteenth birffleday.

It vanished. D:

I’ll try to recreate it…

Taemin, you are the coolest dancer and singer I’ve ever seen, the most awesome (and attractive) person EVAR.

WE WUFFERS YOU TAEMINNIE.