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[UPDATE] New assignment!


I’ve decided to turn this compleatly into a fan-fiction blog! I hope you don’t mind!

From now, I’ll only publish
Fan-fictions [Both Swedish and English ones]
Maybe some poems or other short works of text
Updates like this

Important! Almost all of these updates will be on ENGLISH from now on! Again, hope you don’t mind this change!

For the comfort of my swedish readers (if I now have any) I’ll make this one in Swedish too!

Jag har beslutat att göra den här bloggen helt till en fan-fiction blogg! Hoppas att det går bra!

Från och med nu kommer jag bara lägga upp
Fan-fictions [Både svenska och engelska]
Möjligtvis några dikter eller andra korta historier
Viktiga uppdateringar som den här

Viktigt! Nästan alla av de här uppdateringarna kommer att vara på ENGELSKA från och med nu! Igen, hoppas det går bra!

ENG New Kid – Chapter 1


”Will you be alright now, sweetie?”

I turned around, facing my mother, who sat in the front seat of the car with the window down. She wore that typical “mother-like” expression, with both hands on the steering-wheel, looking at me with soft, brown eyes. I smiled reassuring, although I didn’t feel calm at all.

I would start in a whole new school today. First day in a new class, a new city… Who didn’t feel a bit nervous to that kind of situation? Well, maybe not my best friend – Km Kibum, as the self-confident person he was. But he had gotten into his class in a very good way; he hadn’t been bullied or so. But what if I got bullied? Or left alone? Or- No! Shut up, Taemin!

”I’m sure it will be just fine, mom, don’t worry” I answered her question, before I turned around again and started to go toward the school building.

“Have a good time!” I heard her call after me, and I let out a sigh. Why did she have to shout? It was a bit embarrassing…

I was on my way to the entrance when I saw a group of girls which were staring at me, but then started to giggle and hair-flip. Because I didn’t have any experience with girls, I didn’t quite know how to relax, so I just continued to walk. When I got into the school I nervously looked around, searching for a sign showing me the way to the information. I sighed with relief as I noticed one.
Hidden behind my long hair I made my way to the door, knocked and then went in. The woman behind the desk smiled at me politely, greeted me, and I did the same. I got a schedule for my year and some instructions about my locker and stuff, and a wish for good luck. I said thank you and went out from the office, just to crash into a muscular chest.

I almost fell backwards from the crash, but the person before me didn’t seem to take any effect at all. Then, I felt something hitting me hard in the chest. Because of my long hair, I didn’t see anything – it had gotten into my eyes – but the hit made me lose my breath.

“Yah, girl! Look where you’re going! Geez!” said a dark, definitely manly voice.

As soon as I felt alright again, I looked up. The boy before me was tall, very tall. He was kind of muscular, and had short dark hair and dark eyes. If he hadn’t had that look of disgust in his face, I guess he’d be called handsome. But… What had he just called me?

I straightened my back and looked him in the face. He was just so tall! Whoa! I felt very short, compared to him, but I guess it was just because his aura was plain dominance. He had a lot of charisma, I could tell. He seemed to study my face for a second, before he broke out in a wide grin.

”But what’s this? Seems like it wasn’t a girl after all” he said, an evil expression on his face. A shorter guy with sharper lines in his face – but also with dark hair – stepped out from behind the leader. He also smiled evilly.

”Are you sure about that, Minho-ah?” he said. The other two in the gang of four started to laugh, and it wasn’t a nice laugh. I felt how my heart sank in my chest. What had I done wrong now?

They continued to laugh that evil laugh while they walked past me, on their way to the exit. The first guy, Minho, pushed me out of the way as he passed by.

For a few seconds, I just stood still staring after them, sad, embarrassed, angry and… Well, upset. What was those guys problem? They seemed to be in one or two years over me.

“Omo! Taemin-ah!”

I turned around and saw a familiar figure with many accessories run toward me. I waved to my best friend – Key, one year older than me – and he waved back eagerly before he almost run into me and hugged me. I coughed a bit, and Key let me go, but he was still holding my arms. He smiled widely at me, fully ignoring the looks he got from the other students.

”Umma has missed his little Taeminnie!” he continued and looked like he was about to start jump up and down on the spot. I smiled back. I was glad to have at least one friend at this school.

“I missed you too, Key” I answered, “but must you that, in front of the whole school?” He just laughed. His laughter is beautiful, I’ve always thought that. I liked my umma very much; he took care of me so well. I saw him both as an extra mother and like a brother, but a lot as a very good friend too.

”What’s wrong with that, Minnie?”

“It’s embarrassing…”

“Don’t care about it” he smiled and let go of my arms, patting my shoulder instead. Then he got a little bit more serious.

I checked my schedule, and saw that it was history class. Kind of boring.

“Uhm, history class” I answered. Key’s smiled widened again.

”I’ll follow you there!” he just replied, took my hand in a fast grip and started to drag me toward a staircase in the end of the large room.

I translated it into english! yay!

New Kid – Chapter 6


Ett par dagar gick och jag upptäckte lättat att både F4 och Last Sunset-gängen skolkade mest hela tiden. Under hela den kvarvarande veckan såg jag inte till en enda av medlemmarna i F4, fast jag skymtade både Taeyang, Daesung och Seungri några gånger. För det mesta, såg jag, hängde de i korridorerna eller i allrummet, eller på baksidan av skolan. Om man var inom en tiometers-radie runt dem så hörde man tydligt den dunkande basgången i låtarna de lyssnade på.

Jag blev mer och mer avslappnad under de dagarna.

Ändå tills måndagen andra veckan.

Jag gick in i skolan som vanligt, gick fram till mitt skåp, öppnade det och lade in mina saker, medan jag hummade en påhittad melodi. Key sågs inte till, inte heller Onew, men om jag kände dem rätt skulle de strax rusa in – Kibum med graciösa steg, medan Onew skulle snubbla på sina egna fötter. Jag log lite åt detta. Sedan insåg jag att jag faktiskt inte såg några andra elever alls i skåprummet. Jag började känna mig lite nervös av någon anledning som jag inte förstod. Hade det hänt något?

Och så såg jag dem. Shit.

F4 satt vid ett av de runda borden mitt i allrummet, med benen utsträckta åt alla håll (i G-Dragons och Minhos fall) eller lutade mot varandra över bordet (i TOPs och Jonghyuns fall). Jag svalde ner klumpen i halsen. Idag hade jag håret uppsatt i en lös hästsvans och hade dessutom på mig en extra lös, stor, grön jacka över skoluniformen, och hoppades att de inte skulle märka mig.

Som sagt, hoppades.

Eftersom jag var ensam med dem i hela kapprummet – de andra eleverna hade nog flytt fältet, antog jag – la de genast märke till mig. Det var Seunghyun som först såg mig, och hans blick verkade borra sig in i mig innan han log på ett underligt kusligt vis. Inte kort efter det märkte de andra också vem det var som stod ensam vid skåpen. Jag tittade snabbt bort, fumlade med låset. Men innan jag hann fly, kände jag en hand på min axel.

”Nej men titta… Är det inte lilltjejen?”

Ljudet av Minho-sunbaenims röst fick det att krypa kalla kårar uppför min ryggrad. Jag kämpade emot lusten att springa, jag ville stå kvar, visa mig stark. Men efter att ha hört om vad F4 gjorde med… Feminina personer, så var det inte lätt att vara stark.

Minho greppade min axel hårdare, och jag kände hur en annan hand tog tag i min hästsvans och ryckte i den. Det gjorde ont som satan, och mitt huvud drogs bakåt så att det knäppte i nacken och hårfästet drogs ut till max. Jag försökte hålla ihop tänderna, inte stöna eller kvida, kom igen Taemin, du kan klara det här!

”Fint hår du har, sonyeo… Fast det kanske behöver friseras lite” Ett elakt skratt. Jag trodde att det var G-Dragon som pratade, för rösten var inte lika mörk som någon av de andras. Jag svalde igen.

”Vad sägs om en liten dusch?” fortsatte Jiyong-sunbaenim. Jag kunde riktigt höra det elaka leendet i hans röst. Dusch? Hur menade de?

”Nej, inte dusch… Det bjuder vi inte på. Men hårtvätt kan vi nog ordna” Minho’s röst igen. ”Sedan kan vi fortsätta till klippning och färgning”

Alla fyra skrattade samtidigt, och kunde höra hur nöjda de var med att de hade fått fast mig. Jag kände hur något stack i ögonen på mig, men hindrade tårarna som ville falla både från smärta och från förtvivlan. Klippning, färgning, tvätt? Vad planerade de?

Helt plötsligt drog de iväg mig igen, och jag kraschade rakt in i ett skåp då jag snubblade bakåt. Det smällde rejält, och mina skulderblad kändes som om de skulle spricka. De fyra skrattade igen, och jag kunde inte hindra det, jag kved till – jag var för rädd och det gjorde så ont.

”Oj då, lillan har ont” sa någon med retsam röst – jag kände vagt igen det som Jonghyun. Jag orkade inte titta där jag satt där på golvet vid skåpet.

”Ja men, då får vi kyla ner henne lite så att det lägger sig. Kom med nu!”

Någon drog upp mig, och de började släpa mig i korridorerna. Någonstans på vägen hörde jag ett nytt skratt, men annars var det helt tyst. Jag såg upp på personen om släpade mig. Vitt hår, mörka ögon, markerade kindben och heltäckande kläder – TOP. På min andra sida gick G-Dragon med ett grin på läpparna. Bakom mig, antog jag, gick Jonghyun, för jag såg Minho’s ryggtavla mitt framför mina ögon. Jag slöt ögonen igen, i skräck inför den kommande ”friseringen”.

En dörr öppnades precis intill mig, eller rättare sagt slets upp så det smällde i väggarna då den slog i dem. I närheten av mig hördes stegen tydligare nu, som mot kakel eller något. Och det slog mig var vi var.

Toaletten. Självklart. Vad annars?

Jag kände en stark hand på min rygg, som tvingade ner mig på knä, och sedan ytterligare en på min nacke som tryckte ner mitt huvud. Och sedan möttes jag av vatten, vatten och åter vatten. Isande kallt mot min hud, och jag gurglade förtvivlat.

Jag hade ingen luft. De höll på att dränka mig.

Hela mitt huvud befann sig i toalett-stolen hur nu det fick plats. Jag började se svarta prickar, och det skrämde mig. Jag slöt ögonen, försökte hålla munnen stängd, men mina skrikande lungor började protestera. Jag ville instinktivt öppna munnen igen för att andas, men jag tvingade mig själv att inte göra det. För då skulle jag svimma, eller ännu värre, dö.

Plötsligt slet de upp mig från toan igen. Jag flämtade efter luft, spottade ut allt vatten i munnen, men det var så svårt att andas, så svårt, för mycket vatten i lungorna. Någon dunkade mig hårt i ryggen, antagligen TOP igen. Det var nog han som hade hållit fast mig.

”Svimma inte ny, nu ska vi ha frisering!” G-Dragon igen, med samma retsamma röst som förut.

Den där rösten gav mig helt plötsligt nya krafter. En ilska började strömma i min kropp, ut från mitt hjärta och bröst till alla delar av kroppen. Adrenalinet pumpade genom mina ådror, och helt plötsligt slet jag mig fri från den chockade Seunghyun, hann upp på fötter och sprang för mitt liv ut från toaletten.

Rain – 2Min [Part 3]


The sound of exploding bombs and gunfire filled the whole house. Smattering, shooting, crashes and screeches – all of it boomed into every dark corner of every room, even the bathroom. We didn’t care if we had the volume on max; after all we were just two teenage boys playing PlayStation, while drinking cola and eating chips. At the moment, we didn’t have a thought about the neighbors or passerby’s, all we wanted was to have fun.

I won the first battle, but when Minho had gotten used to the big screen and the console, he started to beat me up. It was fun getting a real challenge for once – all of my friends sucked at PlayStation. I had to give the game my all to beat Minho, but in the end he won three matches out of five.

“Okay, I admit it. You won” I mumbled. I’m a terrible loser, and a terrible winner too – I’m fully aware of that. But luckily, it doesn’t last long. Minho smiles widely in triumph.

“I knew it! I’m the best! Wo-hoo!” He got up and started to dance and rap something improvised. I followed his movements with now great excitement. My bad mood was long gone already.

Minho was actually a really good rapper. His voice fitted perfectly with the fast rap, and as he danced a bit too, it made the whole thing complete. It was wonderful to watch his transformation from the shy, homeless boy to the excited, loud teenager, completely carefree and jolly. I couldn’t help but smile at him, and got up too. He smiled back and stopped dancing and rapping.

“Taemin, why don’t you dance too?”

I felt my cheeks heat up a bit. How did he know that I loved dancing? Oh, maybe he didn’t but…

“D-dance? Do you usually dance like this, without warning?”

“Yeah, it’s a good way to keep the mood up when the weather is bad, you’re freezing and you’re hungry…“ he answered, with his smile still on, “I actually don’t dance that often though, I make the beat and the music for the others to dance to” I felt impressed. So, even in darkest misery, they dance to cheer up and keep themselves up? What strength those guys must have.

“Well… I guess I could dance a bit… Could you, you know, as you expressed it, make the beat?” I said, a bit shyly. I’d never shown my dance moves to anybody before, not even my parents had seen me dance. I just danced when I was alone at home, and thus I had planned to practice a lot these weeks. So why not practice a bit now? I straightened my back and got ready, then glanced at Minho.

He smiled and started to beatbox. He was good at that too, I thought briefly, before I started to dance.

I moved across the floor, wanting to make an impression. First, I did some simple moves. Like sliding across the whole room, before dancing back to the beat, moving together with it. Then I did some harder steps, and finished off with a swirl and a twist of my feet. I stopped, panting the slightest bit – dancing can be tiring – and noticed Minho’s impressed look on me.

“Wow, Taemin… You’re really good at dancing” he said, the impression hearing in his voice. I smiled.

“Thank you… You’re really good at rapping and beatboxing” I replied, and noticed the small embarrassed blush on his cheeks. I noticed I was sweating. Oh god, how many times did I need to wash today? I don’t like to feel unclean in any way, and thus I wash for even the smallest things. But now, with Minho here, who maybe didn’t wash for weeks and was grateful when he got to, it didn’t seem right. So I just glanced at him with a questioning look in my eyes.

“Uhm, Minho-ah? Is it okay that I, uhm, switch to something less warm? This shirt is kind of sweaty” I laughed nervously. He nodded.

“Of course, why should it not be? It’s your house and your rules, after all”

I hurried into my room – which was now temporary his room – and took out a clean, white t-shirt. I switched to that one, reviled at getting rid of the thick, dark blue and green shirt. I went outside the living room again, and was met by the sight of Minho curling up in the sofa with a magazine in his hands. This one was also in English. I peeked over his shoulder just like before.

“Some interesting gossip?”

“No, not really”

“How boring. Why read magazines when you don’t get gossip about famous people?”

“It might be fun for us to read about famous people, but for those famous people it’s not quite that nice. They’re only human just like us, remember?” Minho looked up at my startled face. I hadn’t thought of that.

“I didn’t think of that…” I smiled, feeling guilty.

“No, it’s okay, I just said what I thought” He smiled a reassuring smile, telling me I hadn’t offended him. I was relived once more. I checked the clock – it was about 12 o’ clock, time to eat lunch.

“Hey, I’ll go make us some lunch, okay?” I smiled back at him, and then I went out to the kitchen. I found some noodles and fried chicken, and I guess that had to do it. Mental note – go out for grocery shopping.

When the noodle water was boiling and the chicken legs were heated up in the oven for a short while, I heard Minho enter the kitchen.

“What’s for lunch?”

I turned around to look at him, with my pink apron with bunnies still on – I’d gotten it many years ago, and I didn’t want to let it go.

“Noodles and chicken – which means I’ll have to go grocery shopping after lunch” I smiled at him, while putting the noodles in the water. Minho looked at me and seemed to inhale the scent of food as deep as he could. I guessed he was still not used to have food being served.

“Okay, sound great. Can I join you?”

“Sure, why not. I haven’t got anything to do anyway so…”

“Me neither”

“Of course”

The oven signaled that the chicken was ready, and a minute or so after that the noodles were done to. We served ourselves and sat down at the table, talking about random things that popped up in our minds. I told him a little about my friends, family and grandma, and Minho told me stories of the life on the street together with the other boys around his age. It was just like the day before – when we didn’t have anything to say, we stayed quiet – and we both enjoyed the stillness. Some might say I’m a kind of hyper guy, but I can enjoy silence too.

After the lunch, we washed the dishes – I washed, Minho dried – and then got ready for the shopping. That was one more thing I wasn’t used to – it was usually my parents who were doing all the shopping, but now I needed to get used to fixing food and keeping my small budget. Before leaving, Minho put on one of my father’s coats which actually looked quite good on him, I put on my own, and then I turned off all the lights in the house. And then, we left for the store.

After getting what we needed – mostly ramen, chicken, eggs and milk – we went home again. I had bought a big chocolate bar too – something I almost never ate because my parents didn’t want me to eat unhealthy things. Minho and I shared it on our way to my house.

I unlocked the door and turned on the lights again. We unpacked the food inside the kitchen, putting almost everything in the refrigerator before making two cups of tea to ourselves.

We sat together in the same comfortable silence for a while, sipping our tea and just listening to the birds chirping outside the window. It was completely different from yesterday, when the rain had practically washed over the ground. I glanced at the boy before me. He was nice, funny, polite and, yeah, kind. I felt the sudden urge to say something about it, but the words that came out from my mouth were some completely different ones.

“Yah, Minho-ah, are we friends?”

He looked at me, surprised, for a moment. Then he smiled widely.

“I guess we are”

Rain – 2Min [Part 2]


The morning light which struck my face woke me up from my peaceful sleep. I groaned and turned over hiding my face in my pillow – as my morning mood is terrible – only to be surprised at the wall that met me. It wasn’t supposed to be there. I opened my eyes an inch, trying to focus my mind. It was hard though, I was still stuck in my dream. It’d been strange but… Suddenly, I couldn’t remember it anymore. Or, I remembered one thing… Minho had been in it. That was strange too.

At the thought of Minho, the strange boy who’d dropped in yesterday, I was wide awake. What if he had left? Maybe he had left with money? But he hadn’t seemed like the thief type.

I rose from my bed, nudging my eyes to get more awake and yawned. I stretched my back while walking out from the guest room, moving my steps to my own room where Minho hopefully still was. I carefully opened the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. If he were still asleep I didn’t want to wake him up.

The room was shaded in grey, because the light from the sun didn’t quite reach every corner in the room. And because it was still so early – according to the clock it was 6.oo pm in the morning – the sun didn’t stood so high yet and didn’t lend much light anyway. Although the dust which whirled in the air was fully visible, and so was the tall dark haired boy lying on the bed, still fast asleep. I went closer to him, studying his face just as I’d done yesterday. He looked… Peaceful. And now, with the dark circles and pale cheeks gone, I really got to see his looks. He was handsome, indeed. His skin was perfect, no acne or anything, his eyebrows where thick and symmetrical, and he had high cheekbones and a beautiful facial form. His hair cowered his eyes a bit, and with each breathe he took the hair shuddered a bit. I smiled at his face. He looked so innocent. But I still didn’t know who he was.

I went outside again, and just as before I was as quiet as possible so I didn’t disturb his rest. I thought of making breakfast for both of us, and luckily the power was back. I started on making omelets, which was easy and fast but still good food. When the scent of the omelets reached my nostrils I realized how hungry I was, and my stomach started to rumble a bit. I felt my mouth watering – I could hardly wait until they were done.

Finally, they were. I put them on two plates and placed them one the table, then I got some sandwiches and milk out and put it on the table too. I added some glasses and it was done. Then, I walked out to wake Minho up.

I entered the room again. Now, almost half an hour later, he was still asleep in the same position though the light now was right in his face. I gently shake his body to wake him up, and just earned a groan in return. I shake him again.

“Minho, time to wake up” I whispered in his ear, and he slowly opened his eyes a bit.

“Mhm… Just… Five more minutes, please” he answered with a sleepy, muffled voice, which I smiled at. He sounded cute somehow, but I’d never tell him that. I repeated the action over and over again, until he finally rolled out of the bed with a big yawn.

“Okay, okay, I’ll get up” I smiled again.

“Good. Oh, and there’s breakfast in the kitchen if you want to have some. Its omelets, do you like that?” He seemed surprised.

“Uhm, yeah… But that really wasn’t necessary”

“Stop it – you’re my guest, of course you should have breakfast!”

“Oh, okay then” He still seemed surprised and also a bit nervous, but he smiled back at me. And when I left the room, he followed me.

As we sat down on the table, I saw him inhale the scent of food deeply before actually starting to eat it, and he seemed to appreciate the taste a lot. It made me happy to see that – I’m not a good cook and people doesn’t always like the food I make. That was also one of the reasons my grandma was making me dinner when she visited, because she thought I needed some real, healthy food sometimes. I also started to eat the omelets before they got cold, and I thought they tasted good too. I looked at Minho again. He still wore the big shirt which was my father’s, still unbuttoned. Now, I saw that he wasn’t actually that muscular, it was more the fact that he didn’t have any fat at all to cover his muscles that they showed – he was very thin. In contrast to his face, his chest had small scars and markings all over it, the most visible one across his stomach. It was white, around five inches long and maybe half an inch wide. Minho noticed my look, and I saw him smile a bit. I quickly looked away from his scarred body.

“I-I’m sorry for staring, Minho-ah” I excused myself in a haste. He just continued smiling that small smile of his.

“It’s okay, I guess it’s kind of eye-catching” he replied, and I breathed out. Then I shyly looked at him again.

“If I may ask… How did you get those scars? They’re all over your chest and your stomach” I hoped he wouldn’t get mad at me for asking.

Minho just sighed.

“Well, that’s a… Long story” he answered, “and I don’t feel like telling you right now, sorry. It’s not your fault”

I felt confused – suddenly Minho’s expression was very sad, almost alike with his face when he first stood outside my door yesterday. I felt a sudden urge to touch him, to comfort him from whatever it was bothering him. But I resisted – it still didn’t feel right to touch him. I met him just yesterday, so I didn’t know him that well yet. And I didn’t know how he would react if I suddenly took his hand. Maybe he pushed me away? I didn’t want to risk that, because he seemed like such a good, nice person, and I really wanted him as my friend.

“Oh, that’s okay… Don’t worry about it” I smiled instead, trying to put in my comfort in my smile and words instead of touch. Maybe it worked, maybe not, but his expression became softer and his eyes seemed to lose some of their sadness. I was pleased with the change.

After the breakfast was over, both Minho and I put our plates, cutlery and glasses in the sink and then went to our rooms without another word to each other. It was a comfortable silence though, and it didn’t feel awkward at all. We just didn’t have anything to talk about, so why waste time with words?

I undressed, took a quick cold shower to wake me up a bit more, then got my clothes on and dried my hair. After that, I checked my phone for messages. One from my mom – even though it cost a lot to send messages from the states, she still did it to ask if I was alright, if I was lonely and so on. That was exactly what this new message was about. She also said that everything was good with her and dad. I smiles and wrote a long message back, so that she didn’t waste more money on mailing me – I wouldn’t reply anyway. I answered that everything was fine with me too, that grandma had visited two days ago, and that I wasn’t lonely. Not at all, actually. I hesitated, and then wrote that a friend slept over and I didn’t know how long he would stay. I hoped she didn’t find that detail to interesting to reply to my message. I then went out from my room to look how Minho was doing.

I carefully knocked on his – or mine – door, and when I heard a faint “Come in” I opened the door just as carefully.

Minho sat on my – or his – bed, flipping through a paper, looking relaxed. He had found some other clothes then my father’s old ones; now he was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of moss-green jeans. I recognized them as mine, and was surprised that he could wear them. But they were actually a little bit too big for me, so maybe they could fit somewhat well. He looked up as I entered the room, his gaze soft and welcoming. He made a gesture to his outfit.

“I found these… Is it okay if I borrow them for a while?” he asked with a small smile curving his lips. I guess he liked them more than the shirt and the jogging trousers. I nodded and sat down beside him, looking at what he was reading. It was an English paper, one of my parents I guessed, and he seemed to understand everything perfectly.

“Why are you reading the English papers? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, but… I find it confusing” I laughed a bit at the end of the sentence. Minho just smiled again.

“I think it’s interesting to read papers and books on other languages – you understand the culture a lot better afterwards” I felt my eyes widen. His words… They were simple, but they seemed so deep somehow. This was the longest sentence I had heard him say, and just as they day before, I suddenly thought I liked his voice.

“Oh… Well, I guess that makes sense” I answered, feeling a bit shy. Minho smiled again, and flipped a page. His eyes read so quickly, I could never have followed in his tempo.

Suddenly, I thought of something.

“Oh! Minho, I know almost nothing about you, you know nothing about me… How about we tell each other something about ourselves?” I asked excitedly. I really wanted to know more about him, and as it was a free day I had hours and hours to spend as I wanted to. Maybe Minho too, but maybe he had something planned this weekend?

I saw that he was going to answer my question, but just as he opened his mouth I cut him off.

“But, maybe you have planned something today?”

Minho smiled at me, I guessed because of my impatience.

“The second question – no, I haven’t got anything planned for today, and the first question – sure, why not?”

He seemed to speak more freely to me now, and I was glad for that. I was afraid I’d been to free in my talking, but apparently he hadn’t minded that.

“Awesome! So, should we like… Do “Truth or Dare” or just ask questions?”

“Just questions”

“Okay” I took a deep breathe, before asking, “What’s your full name?”

“Choi Minho. Okay, what’s yours?”

“Lee Taemin. Have you got a girlfriend?”

“No. What about you?”

“Me neither… Oh, what to ask? … Oh! Where do you live?”

I saw Minho shudder a bit at the question, and he seemed to hesitate before answering.

“Well I… have no home really” He laughed nervously and I looked at him, surprised. Had I heard right? Was this boy homeless? Well, that explained some things. Like his skinniness, his hunger, his lack of good clothes and shoes, his dirty appearance and his need of somewhere to sleep in the rain. And the sadness in his eyes…

“Really? You have no home? Where… Where do you sleep then?” I asked nervously. Maybe it was a touchy subject, I didn’t know. Minho bit his lip.

“I often sleep at the basketball court, together with some other homeless boys in my age… Or just on the street” he answered with a strangely nervous voice too. I got shocked. At the streets? In the basketball court?!

“But… How did you get homeless?”

“My parents died in a car accident when I was nine – so ten years ago – and I got to live with my uncle, who wasn’t very nice. When I was fourteen he kicked me out from his house, and since then I’ve been homeless” he answered simply. I was still a bit shocked, so I didn’t came up with anything to say, before Minho sighed heavily.

“Maybe… that’s enough questions for today”

“Yeah… Now, let’s do something fun! What do you want to do?”

Rain – 2Min [Part 1]


Rain.

It poured down outside my window. Big, heavy drops of water soaking the entire city. Depressing. I never liked rain, it’s so wet and everything gets muddy – unless it’s cold and it freezes. The only time I can like rain, is when it’s soft summer rain, and you sit with a cup of tea inside your house with your family and friends. Right now, it really wasn’t that kind of rain. It was autumn rain, rain that hurt when it hit your bare arms, and to make the whole thing worse the power had gone.

So I sat there by myself, no light, no electricity and no tea. And with the sound of rain smattering outside.

It was starting to get cold. When evening came and the power wasn’t back, I felt I had to do something. The time I’d been sitting by the kitchen window just looking out had felt like years, with nothing to do and no company. I rose from my chair and went out to the living room to light a fire. It would be both warm and spread light, though I lighted some candles in some places in the house.

As soon as the fire was up, I went out to the kitchen again, looking for something to eat in front of it. I found some chips, and I got them into a bowl and took them out to the living room. It was still cold tough, so I decided to go get something warmer to wear.

And so, I sat there, in a warm hoodie, wrapped into a blanket, in front of an open fire eating chips, with no electricity and nothing.

After a while, I started to feel my feet get warmer and warmer. Surprisingly, I hadn’t noticed that I my toes were freezing so much. I moved closer to the fire, sticking out my feet and let the warmth of the flames pour into my body. I started to relax. Of course, I’d been alone at home many times – but the power had never gone. And now, my parents should be away for three weeks. They’d got my grandma to visit me two or three times a week, to check if I was okay and have dinner with me. It was kind of cozy to have my grandma there at those times, but as I imagined her sitting next to me at the fire made me want her there more than ever. I felt lonely.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. I looked up, realizing I didn’t see anything in the dark because my eyes had been used to the light of the fire by now. For a second, I thought it was my grandma visiting, or my parents coming home early. Then, I realized, my grandma would have never went out in this weather, and my parents we’re probably asleep in New York by this time. Then who could it be? I didn’t know anyone else who would visit me, as I haven’t got so many friends. And, the friends I have would just like my grandma never visit me in this rain.

My thoughts were interrupted by another knock, this time a bit harder and more desperate-sounding. I went up from my place by the fire – my legs a bit stiff – and went over to open the door, still covered in my blanket. Full of curiosity, I opened.

There, in the rain that was literally splashing down, stood a young man. He seemed to be around three years older than me, so I guessed I could call him that. But I didn’t really know how old he was. He was completely soaked and dripping wet, although he stood under the little roof that covered our door. But as he’d been walking in this weather, what did I expect? He had messy, half-short hair in a dark brown tone and big brown eyes. He seemed tall, but as he stood with his arms wrapped around himself because of the cold and with his back arched, it didn’t seem that way. His lips were blue from cold, and he just wore a white t-shirt and a pair of too big, dark jeans. Through the t-shirt, you could see his muscular chest and arms. He didn’t seem to have any shoes.

The young man looked at me with tired and pleading eyes, and opened his mouth to say something.

“Please, can I come in for just a moment?”

His voice was surprisingly deep, but I liked it. It sounded warm, although he seemed to be everything else then warm at the moment. I nodded and stepped aside to show him in. He bowed and thanked me the slightest bit, but was apparently far too tired to speak more. Not that I cared. I felt bad for him. What did he do, outside in the rain?

I quickly gave him the blanket to wrap around himself, and then I hurried over to the bathroom to find a towel to put on the floor – my parents would kill me if I ruined the floor or the carpets. I laid it in the hall, and he carefully stepped up on it. I didn’t know what else to do.

I looked at him. He seemed lost and sad, and those dark eyes looking around so slowly, inspecting my house. Maybe he needed a wash, or to go to the restroom?

I tried to talk.

“Uhm, the toilet is over there… if you need it… And you’re welcome to take a shower if you want to” I didn’t exactly trust my voice or my words, but he seemed thankful. He bowed again. I saw that his lips started to turn into the slightest shade of pink by now, and I smiled at him. Just a small smile, but anyway. It felt right. And now, it wasn’t so alone anymore. Even in the company of a complete stranger, it felt better than being all alone in the darkness with only the fire to speak to.

The strange boy “slid” across the floor with the towel underneath his feet, toward the bathroom. It looked funny, but the poor light made it hard to see. I realized I didn’t have any candlelight’s in the bathroom, and went to get some. I hurried over to the bathroom, and lightened the candles. I was thankful the young man hadn’t undressed yet – he was just a stranger, and he’d only said a few words to me.

As soon as I heard the water from the shower – over the smattering or rain – I went into my room again, looking for some clothes to let him borrow. He was much bigger than me, so I had to go into my dad’s room and take out some of his clothes. I hoped the boy wouldn’t mind wearing them. Then I went out into the living room, placed the clothes over a chair which a put in front of the fire to warm them up a bit. Then, I went out in the kitchen to look for food – I was sure he was hungry.

When I came out from the kitchen with some sandwiches and milk, he was sitting in front of the fire, already dressed in my dad’s training trousers and shirt. It was odd seeing someone else in those familiar clothes. He had placed the now wet blanket – which he had wrapped around himself while he was still in his soaked clothes – over the chair where the clothes had been. He sat totally quiet in front of the fire, holding out his hands to warm them up. I saw he’d washed his hair too – now it looked a lot lighter and less messy. He had the towel wrapped around his long neck, hanging down over his shoulders. The shirt was unbuttoned, and the water drops on his chest gleamed in the light from the fire and the candles.

I walked up to him, carefully sitting down on my knees beside him. He didn’t seem to notice. I inspected his face once more – now it looked perfectly healthy, no blue lips or pale cheeks, but there were dark circles under his eyes. He seemed very tired.

“Hey, do you want to eat something?” I asked him nervously. He turned to look at me, the smallest of smiles curving his lips.

“Yes… Thank you” he answered with his deep, warm voice. I handed him a glass of milk, and told him to serve himself with the sandwiches. He almost ate it all up – and apologized, but I didn’t care about that. He needed it more than I did. After that, we just sat in silence for a while. Then, he suddenly spoke up.

“Thank you for… letting me in from the rain earlier” He bowed ever so slightly at my direction. I smiled at him.

“No need to say thanks, I mean, should I’ve left you there outside?”

He seemed to think.

“And thank you for… giving me food and clean clothes. I dearly appreciate it” he continued after a while. I enjoyed listening to his voice somehow – it seemed to fit in this situation, with the fire and the raw warmth from the flames.

“Again, no thank you needed. I just did what had to be done. It feels nice to be able to help” I smiled again. It felt right smiling. He smiled back, a bit bigger and less nervously this time. I suddenly remembered I didn’t know what his name was.

“Hey, what’s your name?” I asked, looking at him with my head a bit tilted over. The boy looked back with a hint of surprise in his eyes, before answering.

“Minho… My name is Minho…” he said slowly. I smiled – I liked that name.

“Alright Minho, my name is Taemin” I answered. He smiled back at this; I guess he liked my name just as I liked his. “Oh, and how old are you, Minho?” I continued. He seemed to think again.

“I’m… Nineteen” I felt my eyes widen in surprise. Nineteen? Only one year older than me.

“I’m eighteen, if you want to know!”

It was a moment of stillness before I started the conversation again.

“Now, would you like to borrow a room here over the night? I don’t think you would want to go out there again” I pointed out at the rain, “and your clothes aren’t dry yet. What do you say?”

He seemed to consider it for a while. Then, he nodded. I rose, and so did he and we walked over to my room. I showed the bed to him.

“Here, you can sleep here”

He looked around for a moment, and then looked at me.

“I can’t… This is your room…”

I just smiled.

“I’ll sleep in the guest room. Now, go to sleep”

“But-“

“No buts!” I laughed, and I saw him smile too.

“Good night” I called when I got out from the room, and just before I closed the door I heard his voice again.

“Good night… Taemin”

New Kid – Chapter 5


Still Taemin’s POV

Onew nickade lite sorgset åt mig, och Key bet sig i läppen.

”Jag… är rädd för det, Minne… Men vi kommer hjälpa dig, okej?” Kibum såg på mig med bevekande ögon – det verkade som om han klandrade sig själv av någon skruvad anledning. Jag hatade att se min umma med de där ögonen, så jag sträckte ut handen efter honom. Och hur skrämd jag än var lyckades jag ändå le mot honom.

”Det kommer gå bra, umma, oroa dig inte” sa jag och försökte låta lugn. Key såg på mig som om världen höll på att gå under, innan han rätade på sig igen och blev divan Key igen – men mer som en blek kopia av sig själv.

”Men… Om du nu måste vara, eh, utsatt, så kan vi ju lika gärna berätta om den här gruppen, eller hur?” Onew såg på både mig och Kibum med nervös blick, innan han slickade sig om läpparna och började prata vid Key’s lilla nickning.

”Det finns två så kallade gangstergäng här på Go Sen High – F4 eller De Fyra och Last Sunset kallas de. I F4 ingår – det var det gänget du mötte – Choi Minho, Choi Seunghyun, Kwon Jiyong och Kim Jonghyun. Fast Seunghyun-sunbaenim och Jiyong-sunbaenim kallas-”

Här avbröt jag honom. Kim Jonghyun? Hade jag hört rätt?

”Menar du den Kim Jonghyun?” frågade jag tveksamt, och såg hur Key fick en ännu ledsnare min i ansiktet. Det som gott bekräftade det. Jonghyun hade varit en av hans närmaste vänner, och nu var han med i gänget som hade trakasserat min umma. Han hade också känt Onew på ett hörn, men de hade inte varit så nära kompisar. Det hade nog varit lättare för Jinki att acceptera att Jjong blev en del av F4 än det hade varit för Key-umma.

Onew suckade och nickade också. Sedan fortsatte han.

”Som jag sa, Seunghyun-sunbaenim och Jiyong-sunbaenim kallas för TOP och G-Dragon av alla. De som råkar kalla dem för något annat – och inte är antingen någon av deras gäng eller Last Sunset-gänget – trakasserar de extra mycket. Du känner igen TOP-sunbaenim på hans silvervita hår och G-Dragon-sunbaenim på sina tatueringar och på att han skiftar hårfärg hela tiden. Ledaren i F4 är Choi Minho, han den långa, du vet?” Onew såg på mig. Jag nickade och han fortsatte. ”Han är den som liksom väljer bland eleverna vilka som ska mobbas eller inte mobbas – extra mycket alltså. Och sist är… Kim Jonghyun. Han är den kortaste av dem, och den tystaste vanligtvis. Oftast är det G-Dragon-sunbaenim som snackar, Minho-ah som slår, TOP-sunbaenim som håller fast och Jonghyun-ah som håller utkik. Fattar du?” Jag nickade igen. Onew öppnade munnen igen, efter en blick på Key som om han förväntade sig att Kibum skulle säga stopp.

”Last Sunset är det andra gänget, beståande av Dong Youngbae, Lee Seunghyun och Kang Daesung. Youngbae-sunbaenim kallas för Taeyang, Seunghyun-ah för Seungri och Daesung-ah för, tja, Daesung. Ingen vågar anmärka på Taeyang’s namn! Om man gör det så råkar man illa ut. Taeyang-sunbaenim är också ledaren i Last Sunset, men de är mer jämnlika än de är i F4, och generellt sett mer förlåtande. Dom dödar en inte för att man råkade krocka i dem någon gång. Taeyang-sunbaenim bryr sig inte så mycket om tjejer alls förresten, men Seungri-ah är en riktig player. Han dumpar dock nästan alla sina flickvänner efter en väldigt kort tid. Daesung… Tja, Daesung är det ingen som vet så mycket om. Förut hade Last Sunset en till medlem, och det är genom honom som man har fått den mesta informationen. Han var ledaren innan Taeyang-sunbaenim och hette Siwon. Men efter att han slutade ryktas det om att han har blivit skötsam och så” Onew pausade för att hämta andan och jag kollade på klockan. En halvtimme kvar. Gott om tid.

”Lite annat du borde veta… Jo, F4’s senaste ”offer” var en kille som hette Choi Minki, men som kallades Ren. Ren var väldigt utsatt från början, med sitt intresse för sång och med sitt flickaktiga utseende. Det slutade med att Minki-ah – han gick här förra året – försökte ta självmord genom att hänga sig i expeditionen. Men någon hittade honom och de flyttade honom till en annan skola” Jag svalde hårt. Skulle de gå så hårt åt mig med? Så att jag blev självmordsbenägen? Vad var det för en skola jag hade börjat på?

New Kid – Chapter 4


Taemin’s POV

Historian passerade, sedan engelska, sedan matte och sedan var det lunch. Jag satte mig vid samma bord som Key, och min andra kompis Onew, som båda otroligt nog hade lunchtid samtidigt som jag. Så fort jag satte mig ner började Key överösa mig med frågor om hur min dag hade varit, om jag hade kompisar, om jag trivdes och så vidare, medan Onew demonstrerade sin klantighet genom att spilla ut ris över hela sig. På den första frågan svarade jag att min dag hade varit okej – nästan – att jag inte hade hunnit prata med så många än men att en kille som hette Heechul verkade schysst, och på tredje att jag trivdes rätt bra. Det var faktiskt sant – lärarna var väl helt okej, skolan var lätt att hitta i och de flesta verkade trevliga. Nåja, de flesta uträknat de där personerna som jag stött ihop med på morgonen. Jag fick en klump i halsen bara vid tanken på dem. Inte för att det hade varit första gången jag hade misstagits för en tjej, men deras elaka skratt och knuffar hade sårat mig.

Självklart märke Kibum förändringen i mitt ansiktsuttryck, och gick genast över från bästa-vän-rollen till mamma-rollen.

”Taeminnie, är det något som bekymrar dig?” frågade han med stora, medkännande ögon. Onew – som vid det här laget hade sopat bort riset – såg också på mig, utan sitt vanliga stora leende. Jag svalde och bet mig i läppen.

”Jo jag… Träffade några personer i morse som inte var direkt… Trevliga” sa jag tvekande. Key såg oroligt på mig, jag förstod inte varför.

”Var en av dem lång och hette Minho? Verkade han vara ledaren?” frågade Onew med en ganska seriös ton. Jag nickade. Key och Onew utväxlade en snabb, nervös blick, innan de tittade på mig igen.

”Sa de… Något speciellt?” frågade Key-umma. Jag svalde igen, hur skulle jag säga det här utan att det lät töntigt?

”De misstog mig för en tjej och… knuffades” svarade jag osäkert. Nu hade både Onew och Key riktigt oroade miner.

”Taemin-ah… Det där var ”De fyra”, den här skolans värsta mobbare, men också populäraste killar. De… brukar ofta trycka ner personer som de inte gillar och det är ofta killar som ser lite tjejiga ut. Jag menar inget illa, Minnie, men du har ett väldigt gulligt utseende som kan misstas för feminint… Jag har också behövt utstå det” sa Key och log lite, ”men de var inte så jävliga med mig egentligen. Men…” han suckade och såg oroligt på mig ”varje år utser de ett ”offer” som dom trakasserar till den personen antingen slutar skolan eller, tja, försvinner”

Jag kände hur magen knöt sig.

”Menar du… Att jag skulle vara offret i år?”

sorry for kort kapitel men jag vet inte vad jag ska skriva asdfghjk XD

New Kid – Characters (pt 4)


Lee Seunghyun (Seungri)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hans riktiga namn är Seunghyun, men han kallas Seungri dels för att han inte vill blandas ihop med TOP/Lee Seunghyun och för att han gillar namnet Seungri bättre. Han har en tatuering på magen där det står ”Victory” och därför kallas han också för Victory eller VI. Han är med i Taeyang’s gangstergäng. Han är yngst i gänget, och blir då oftast den som får göra saker. Men han är stöddig och arrogant också. När han var yngre kallades han för ”Panda” av vissa. Seungri gillar att sjunga han med. Han bor i Seoul, bredvid G-Dragon. Seungri är en riktig player.

Dong Youngbae (Taeyang)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Liksom Seungri, så kallas han inte för sitt riktiga namn, utan för Taeyang. Hans ”gangsternamn” är SOL, eftersom hans namn betyder just sol, men det är ingen som vågar reta honom för det. Han är extremt vältränad, och det är inte ovanligt att han tar av sig tröjan lite då och då och visar magmusklerna. Han är på andra plats över skolans populäraste killar, men han bryr sig inte så mycket om tjejer. Han är ledaren över ”Last Sunset”-gänget i skolan, vilket innefattar Seungri, han själv och Daesung.

Kang Daesung

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Är en medlem av ”Last Sunset”-gänget. Daesung är en ganska glad kille, men han har en ombytlig personlighet. Sedan han började i Go Sen High har hans personlighet förändrats, och han är nu en av de sex bråkstakarna på skolan. Han dejtar just nu en tjej, men håller det hemligt från resten av gruppen. Daesung kallas också för D-Lite. Han har ett underbart leende och är en god lyssnare. Om man är hans vän kan man gå till honom så fort man har problem, så lyssnar han och hjälper till. Men han avslöjar inte mycket om sig själv.

New Kid – Chapter 3


Still Minho’s POV

Väl framme vid skolan parkerade jag motorcykeln, drog av mig hjälmen och började självsäkert gå mot ingången. Först kollade jag klockan på mobilen. Bra, det var några minuter kvar. Då hann jag träffa mitt gäng bakom skolan först, snacka lite, och komma lagom mycket för sent. Jag hade ett meddelande från Jonghyun såg jag också. Jag öppnade det och läste snabbt innan jag textade tillbaka.

Jjong: Kommer du till skolan idag elr?

Jag: Ja, jag är här utanför nu LIKE A BOSS!”

Han svarade efter ungefär tio sekunder.

Jjong: Okej, ses på baksidan då typ? Ska jag messa TOP och G-Dragon oxå?

Jag: Sure, do that bro. I’ll be there in a minute.

Jag stoppade undan mobilen och såg mig omkring. Jag möttes av de vanliga blickarna från tidigare eller nuvarande mobboffer – sårade, arga, rädda – och de beundrande blickarna från alla tjejer som älskade mig. Jag hindrade ett leende – att hålla ett neutralt ansikte var gangster-regeln nummer ett. Jag gick in i skolan, och ut på andra sidan. Där stod redan mitt gäng och skrattade, lutade mot några trälårar och ett stängsel. Jag vinkade förstrött åt dem. Jonghyun bara höjde handen mot mig, G-Dragon vinkade lite mer entusiastiskt och TOP höjde ett ögonbryn och hade ett leende i mungipan. Som tur var hade inte GD tänt en cigg än – jag tyckte det luktade förskräckligt.

”Yah! Där är du ju, Minho-ah!” ropade Jjong och gick fram till mig. Jag höjde handen till en high five, och fick en också. Jag log mot dem, med en min som sa ”I’m back, bitches”. TOP log fortfarande på sitt speciella vis, drog ena handen genom sitt silvervita hår, medan G-Dragon satte på någon musik i sina hörlurar.

”Så vad gör vi nu?” frågade Jonghyun. Jag ryckte på axlarna.

”Vi väntar tills det har gått ett tag, sedan går vi in till lektionen antar jag” svarade jag lite nonchalant. TOP såg upp på mig.

”Men borde vi inte visa oss för nördarna? Skrämma dem? Det vore kul att göra det” sa han. Hans djupa röst fick det att låta som han småskrattade. Jag log lite.

”Visst”

Vi gick in igen, och reaktionen var omedelbar och tillfredsställande. De flesta av nördarna tystnade, förutom de tre andra bråkstakarna – D-Lite, SOL, och Victory – från vår årskurs, som höjde händerna åt oss och flinade elakt. Vi flinade tillbaka. Egentligen hette de ju inte så – deras riktiga namn var Daesung, Taeyang och Seungri – men de kallades för D-Lite, SOL, och Victory av de flesta. Vi passerade dem och gick i riktning mot utgången.

Precis utanför expeditionen krockade jag med någon. Inte för att något kunde rubba mig, men att någon ens hade vidrört mig som inte var någon av de gangsters vi hade i skolan retade mig. Ville den här personen dö eller?

Jag kollade på den lilla personen framför mig. Det såg ut att vara en tjej – håret var långt, ansiktet var litet och feminint med stora ögon och kroppen var smal och slankt byggd.

”Yah! Se dig för vart du går, lilltjejen!” sa jag. Fast inte så hotfullt som jag brukar – jag trakasserar vanligtvis inte tjejer. Sedan rätade personen på sig och jag fick se ansikte ordentligt. Efter en närmare titt på det insåg jag att det var en kille, och ett grin spred sig över mina läppar. Han såg ut att bli lite rädd, men där fanns också en skymt av ilska i hans stora ögon. Det här skulle bli roligt.

”Men ser man på… Det var visst inte en tjej i alla fall” fortsatte jag.

”Är du säker på det, Minho-ah?” hörde jag Jonghyun’s röst bakom mig, och sedan ljudet av både Jjong’s, TOP’s och GD’s skratt. Killen framför mig verkade nervös, mycket nervös. Han var väl ny. Jag såg på honom igen. Kanske hade jag hittat årets nya mobboffer?

Jag gjorde ett tecken bak mot de andra, visade att vi skulle gå. På vägen förbi killen knuffade jag till honom. Han hade ju trots allt också slagit min bröstkorg, jag fick väl ge igen? Inte för att hans hade känts men…

Jag gick mot utgången. Det fick bli en skolkdag i alla fall.