SHINee Scenarios

Minho

Minho leaned back into his seat, folding his arms as he began to tune out the words the teacher was saying about the current lesson. Something about algorithms or something like that; He didn't even know. He was too busy focusing on the girl seated next to him, nose buried in her notebook as she wrote down basically everything she heard.

Her name was (Name), and she literally never spoke in school unless it was to answer a question in class (She was never wrong.), or to speak to her friends during lunchtime. She was at the top of the class, and it irked him that he could barely memorize the formula for the surface area of a cylinder, yet she could practically predict what the teacher would say next.

He realized that he could watch her while the teacher's back was turned because she never paid any attention to those who sat around her.

Not that he constantly stared at her.

Minho noticed that (Name) had begun to get out of her seat, as did everyone else in the class. The bell had rung, and Minho was too busy sneering at the brainiac of a teenage girl to notice.

He got up and began gathering his things, but soon got the strangest feeling he was being watched. He looked behind himself; Nothing but wall and posters. To his right; His classmate who sat in that desk was already far from out of the classroom. His left; (Name) had already begun to make her way out.

Wait.

She just U-Turned around the desk in front of her row. Why did she U-Turn?

Now she was walking toward Minho. Why was she walking his way?

"Choi Minho," (Name) addressed him sternly, and it was the first time Minho actually heard her speak. But did she really have to address him by his full name? "I have a favor to ask."

Minho nodded, agreeing to hear what she wanted, although he'd much rather be at home playing video games with his brother.

"I have a really important piano recital coming up in a few weeks, and you see, I may or may not have a very severe case of stage fright," (Name) confessed, and Minho scoffed. Of course it was stage fright; She barely talks enough as it is.

"What does that have to do with me?" He asked, slinging his bookbag over his shoulder.

"Well, you're on the soccer team, right?" (Name) asked, reaching into her pocket. Minho nodded.

(Name)'s phone emerged from the pocket of her sweater, and she began to speak while she fiddled around with it. "A while ago, my friend dragged me to one of your games. Here, look." She handed him her phone after she played what seemed like a video of one of the recent soccer games.

Minho watched himself in the video as he maneuvered around members of the opposing team and showed no mercy, continuously kicking the ball into the goal. Still, he had no idea how this was relevant to a piano recital. When the video was through, Minho handed (Name)'s phone back to her.

"That didn't answer my question," he said, pushing past her to make his way out of the classroom.

"Minho!" He heard (Name) call out from behind him, yet he did not stop. In a matter of seconds, that same girl was walking by his side, panting lightly. "It's completely relevant because I absolutely admire the way you seem so fearless and confident that you'll do well. What's the difference between your soccer game and my recital? We're both in front of large crowds. We're both doing something that we like doing. Please, help me so that I don't back out."

Minho pondered on this request until the two made it to the curb, where they had to wait to cross the street.

"What's in it for me?" He asked. If he was going to do something for her, he wasn't going to do it for free. They began crossing the street when the light changed.