Can I request a fic where Kris and Chanyeol are trying to win over Minho's heart and Minho just like a shy innocent high school girl? I really want to see the three of them in a fic.
I hope this works for you, anon.
- admin L
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Minho, a second year in high school, glanced up at a taller schoolmate – a third year transfer student that went by Kris, and his sudden presence reminded Minho again how odd it was a third year would be talking to him. Or rather not talking. Just sort of staring, really.
Minho finally smiled and offered what he thought the schoolmate wanted. “I will take you on in a game of soccer if you want.”
Kris looked about ready to say something when another student came up behind Minho, clapping hands down on his shoulders and generally acting too friendly for a first year. Minho looked back, finding the young Chanyeol with a huge smile and crooked glasses.
“Hyung!”
Minho blinked, awkwardly sandwiched between two taller boys. He sighed and fixed his school vest. “I’ll take you both on.”
Minho missed the tense eye glances of the other boys. He wasn’t sure why he was so popular with the two, but hey, he did play a good game. Maybe people finally wanted lessons from him. Minho liked that idea.
Kris grabbed at Minho’s wrist, yanking it up as if he were about to take off with the younger. Minho had to look between the two again, because they still weren’t looking at him. Chanyeol’s grip tightened on his shoulders.
Kris left first without a word.
Chanyeol left next, in the same direction as Kris.
Minho stood in the school halls confused. He muttered, “But.. about the game..”
A day or two later, Minho found two anonymous letters on his classroom desk. He smiled and flushed a bit at the thought of someone liking him enough to make notes. That day he made eyes at all the girls in school he saw, wonder if it was her.
Whoever it was never seemed to step forward, and that game he offered to fellow students happened in an awkward jumbled mess and hands touching Minho when he didn’t see a purpose for it – especially when they groped his butt between plays. All he really got out of it was finding the two odd students spending more time together.
Minho supposed he was fairly good at matching friends together as much as his game of soccer.
A month later when Minho peaked in on the two that just seemed way too sneaky in recent time, he fell back from the cracked open door, shocked to find the two very hands on with each other and mouths even meeting in an awkward smash.
Minho noted he must be some sort of twisted matchmaker too. He made more of a distance between the two after that day.
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Several months went by before the first year nearly bounced his way towards Minho in the school hall, while the third year hung back in slower steps, hands shoved in the pockets of his uniform.
“Hyung, hyung!”
Minho once again found it odd to look up at the two instead off down. He wasn’t as tall as he had though. “Another game?” Minho asked while heading for the school’s field. Minho’s tensed a bit, still feeling awkward about the two, even after some time past. He glanced at Kris, finding the older unreadable like usual, but Chanyeol was smiling so big he was worried the younger’s face might break.
Chanyeol stopped Minho in the empty school halls with a hand grabbing for his wrist. Minho hoped it wasn’t a fight the two were looking for now. To avoid any drama, Minho blurted out, “I won’t tell. Promise.”
Chanyeol looked confused while Kris glanced at the youngest as if for an answer.
“You two.. kissing or whatever.” Minho explained in a hushed voice. “Probably just cpr or something, right?” Minho smiled a bit, hopeful that’s all it was he had witnessed that day.
The sudden push to Minho’s chest caught him off guard, causing him to stumble back against a wall. Chanyeol’s smile was soon too close and bigger than Minho had ever seen, it was slightly frightening.
Kris touched the first year’s shoulder, speaking finally. “Not so close.”
“Why?” Chanyeol turned back to Kris. “You want to be this close, don’t you?”
Kris looked away, as if on the look out for anyone coming. No one was and it was just cover to hide a faint blush from the teen that usually had an image that look too hard for such a feat.
Chanyeol shrugged and met eyes with Minho again. The older stood frozen, not sure what was even happening. He mumbled out finally, in some lame attempt to save his ass. “I’ll play another game with you..” as Kris looked back, eyes slightly narrowed scarily, Minho was quick to add, “You both.”
Chanyeol looked on the verge of squealing in excite. Minho’s eyes widened when the younger’s lips touched his cheek and before he could have a real reaction, Chanyeol was yanking the third year closer.
“We’ll chose the game this time.” Chanyeol nodded childishly and Kris looked between the two, a smile twitching at his lips now. It grew to a full smile and Minho decided he liked the third year’s softening appearance. Head tilting, he also decided he liked the crazed-enthusiastic eyes of the first year.
Minho agreed to play their game.
The second year was too naive in his thought that it would be something like baseball game this time instead of soccer.
The other two boys actually laughed, leaving Minho embarrassed with himself.
Those small ‘love letters’ finally clicked in Minho’s mind, leaving him horribly confused again.
Why a third year and first year would ever be interested in him, he still wasn’t sure. Especially if it wasn’t for his good game at soccer.