SHINee
Choi Minho x Reader
Characters: Choi Minho, mentions of Kim Kibum (Key) and Lee Taemin
Summary: Minho wants to know why you’re crying and learns something else along the way.
Word Count: 800+
Warnings: Angst, screaming, cursing, typos probably, etc.
“Give it back, Minho!” you screamed.
“Not until you tell me why you’re crying!” he screamed back.
“Ugh! I will kick you in the nuts if you don’t give it to me right now.”
“YA! WAE? I thought you hated this teddy bear because he looks ‘ugly like me’.”
You looked at your best friend in pure frustration, giving up after ten minutes of trying to pry the aged stuffed toy Minho gave you on your tenth birthday.
You crumbled on the floor, continuing your pathetic sobbing. You hid your face in the collar of your t-shirt and brought your knees up to your face.
At this point, Minho felt bad, well, worse, but his boiling anger—protective in nature—subsided at least.
“YAAaaaa… This teddy bear won’t fix your problem. I, on the other hand, can.”
You ignore him and punch the innocent toy away when Minho brought it close to you.
You snapped, “How can you fix my problem when you don’t even listen to me?! At least that bear did!”
“SEE! All you do is scream and argue!”
“That’s because you’re a moron!”
“AND YOU’RE A BASTARD! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” You begin throw whatever you got your hands on at him, and he wound up getting hit all the way out of your room.
You run to the door, lock him out, and roughly drop to the floor.
Moments later, you hear a much softer voice, “Yaaaa…”
You don’t hesitate, “GO AWAY, MINHO.”
He breathes in, “Just tell me what’s wrong… please?”
“… p l e a s e. I really want to help.”
You sigh , “… Kibum… broke up with me.”
You could practically hear his fist clench and his blood boil. He however did not say anything, and you were half thankful for that.
You continued, “I told him to die in a pit of toxic waste.”
Minho said something under his breath and then replied to you, “did you ask why he wanted to break up?”
“He told me,” you started feeling pathetic all over again, or I mean, more pathetic, “he thought I wouldn’t be like this, and that I was boring.”
“He also said that he had a new girlfriend now,” you choked out, immediately hearing Minho scream on the other side of the door. “WAAAAAH! GAESEKKI-YA! I’m going to beat up that sonovabitch into a pulp when I see him tomorrow.”
You fumed, “YA!” At this point, you stood up and opened the door quickly, taking your best friend off guard for half a second. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT ANYWAY! You’re the one who kept saying I should go out with him even though I was so hesitant to!”
Minho let out a breath of disbelief, “You said he was cute!”
“Yes, but I say Taemin in cute too, doesn’t mean I want to date your dumb younger brother!”
“Then why did you say yes when HE asked YOU out?” Minho raised his voice at two key words.
“BECAUSE! I knew you wanted me to! And I panicked!”
“WAAAAH! That makes sense, right? WAAAAHHHH! You agreed to date him because of me!”
“Yes because you always exert your ideals on me! You always set me up with guys!”
“I do that because I want you to—“ “NO! You always push me aside to whomever I slightly notice because you don’t want me around you, looking all pathetic with your cool football player friends.”
“That’s the most ridiculous reasoning of the century!” he scoffed, “You’re my best friend. I don’t want to push you aside. I love you more than any dumb old jock on the football team.”
You clenched your jaw, breath hitching, “don’t say that.”
Minho knit his brows in concern to your bowed head, “Wha—”
He tilted his head, “But it’s—” “BECAUSE YOU DON’T GET IT MINHO!”
You heaved in anger, frustration, and everything in between, “You don’t see. You don’t see me.
“Mwo?” he pulled his head out, “I see you pretty fine.”
Hot tears rushed don your cheeks and you roughly wiped them off. Minho looked absolutely lost. You spared him a glance and looked away, “I love you too…”
Minho knit his brows, why did that sound like a bad thing?
“… but I love you in a way you never will.”
Instantly, Minho’s expression dropped in realization, and you quickly recoiled before he could say anything. You sucking in a sharp breath and quickly ran hid yourself back inside the safety of your room.
You slammed the door on his face, and you instinctively knew his nose was hit on the way.
He called a curse word then your name, both in the same painfully manner. But you ignored him, his call, opting to reply instead, “Just… go away, Minho.”
