Black Rose ~ A Taemin Fic Pt. 2

Chapter 3

I dragged myself to a costume closet where I had retrieved the pregnancy test 2 years ago. Thankfully, though, that turned out to be a false alarm anyways.

My eyes wander around the tiny room packed with clothes, bags, and other belongings to dancers. Flicking the light switch, the lamp above me refuses to turn on.

"Damn SM and their cheap costume closets," I mutter to myself as I continue to move things around with one arm while the other held my shoulder.

I suddenly groan as I accidentally reach with my other hand for a cream I usually used when this happened, which was beginning to become more frequent. It made me feel old and that's the last thing I wanted to feel.

"Quit hurting yourself, Yuki," a voice of a man behind me whispers. Before I could even react, a set of hands are placed on my shoulders. From there, the man's hands begin to press while circling the knotted muscle in my shoulder with his thumbs.

I knew who it was. "Wh-what are you doing, Baekhyun?" I murmur, my free hand grasping a shelf as I found relief in his massage. I arched my back, holding the shelf now with two hands as he pressed a bit harder in all of the right places.

"You're always so tense, sweetheart," he tsks in almost disappointment. "When will you ever slow down?" He whispers, his head perched over my shoulder where I felt his lips graze my ear.

My heart rate was increasing the more I acknowledged his touch and how it felt to be touched by any man. But my consciousness took over and I shrug his hands off of my body.

"I'm fine. You don't have to do anything," I clear my throat before retrieving my cream again.

Turning to find him standing with his thumbs now in the pockets of his black jeans, I try to avoid his gaze. Before more could even be said on the matter, footsteps are heard making their way down the hall.

"Shit," he whispers, taking my arm and pulling me into the back of the room and behind a tower of lockers.

The words are sucked out of me as I'm then pressed against the side of the lockers with him now pinning me there. Gazing up at him in fury, I open my mouth to speak only for him to hold his hand there, shutting me up.

"Quiet princess or they'll catch the wrong couple in the act," he whispers, a smirk cracked on that puffy yet structured face of his. My eyebrows furrow at those words.

"Act?" I muffle into his hand while his other one was blocking the side of me that wasn't beside the wall. I was trapped...by Baekhyun.

Just then, the footsteps are heard in the costume closet. My heart hammers in my chest; not only because of the idea of getting caught like this, but also the feeling of a body radiating heat onto me only inches away.

"Yuki?" Manager Lee's voice calls out. I hear him attempt to switch the lights on to reveal the dead bulbs.

His footsteps begin to wander around in the dark allowing Baekhyun to straighten up and completely press his body against mine while looking in the way of the sound. My eyes stayed glued to him until I felt my front press hard against his own at an angle that made my jaw drop.

"O-oh...my god," I breathe, gazing down at our intimacy. He hears at my remark and whips back to find me breathing uncontrollably while painfully pressing my lips together in an attempt to just think of something else. Anything else...

His brows furrow before realizing exactly what he must've planned all along. "Holy shit, when was the last time you slept with someone?" He whispers into my ear in a worrisome sounding tone.

I swallow hard, trying my best to control my breathing, for I knew he wasn't going to move now. "T-two years," I pant, the sound of footsteps growing closer in search for me.

His eyes widen at the number, for he knew Taemin was the only one who had ever slept with me since our dating life started. And just like I had dangerously predicted, he smirked at the opportunity of my turn on.

I press my fists harshly against the wall, turning my head away from him as I listened for Manager's Lee footsteps. However, my mouth gapes open all of a sudden at the feeling of his hips slowly pressing and rubbing up and down on me.

I sharply inhale a deep breath, pinching my thighs as he grabs my hips and continues to slowly grind on me. "Hush, Princess, or you'll get us caught," he whispers from above me, all of a sudden towering over me so he had a good angle on me.

"P-please sto...oh my god," I shakily exhale, biting my lip so hard it began to bleed. He notices this and uses it as an opportunity to willingly press his lips to mine.

I'm left stunned against the lockers, his lips gently pulling away to reveal an imprint of red stain on them. "I need something from you in return," he murmurs, going back to bucking his hips quietly against me.

"Yuki?" Manager Lee's voice is heard coming towards the direction of us.

"Wh-what more could you want?" I choke out.
"One night," he whispers, my eyes widening at his insanity. I knew exactly what he meant by that and I knew I couldn't. "Give me one night to call you mine for once."

My mind goes blank at the quick decision making that was taking place. Pressing him against the wall beside me, I reveal myself to the manager. "Sorry, I was searching for my muscle pads. Were you looking for me?" I ask the man who stares aimlessly at my sudden appearance.

"I- no, nothing at all. I was just going to ask you where Baekhyun went, if you know of course?" He asks, my heart slowing down a bit as I catch Baekhyun shooting me a smirk from my left where the manager couldn't see him.

"No. I hope you find him though. It's weird of him to disappear," I lie, swallowing hard as he nods in agreement.

The second he leaves, Baekhyun removes himself from hiding. "You won't regret it, sweetheart," he murmurs in my hair as he traces a finger along my waist before exiting.

Shit...what the hell do I do now?