Black Rose ~ A Taemin Fic Pt. 2

Chapter 4

I stumble out of the costume closet feeling sick to my stomach. No way that had just happened...and I just let it. How could I just let it like that?!

"Hey, there you are," Talia greets from around the corner. Taking one good look at me, she could tell I was upset. "You alright?"

I nod, forcing a smile and passing her back to the practice room. The moment I entered that room and took the empty position in the back, my eyes flickered up to find Baekhyun.

That sly smirk on his face was enough to make me vomit. "Right, let's start from the 7th measure. Everyone in their place?" The choreographer asks, glancing around the room to find everyone in the correct placement. "Great! 5, 6, 7, 8."

Nowadays, all Kpop songs were sexual. Sure, Taemin started the trend but I can't dance to a single song without having to hear a sexual reference. This factor didn't play with me too kindly when dancing only 10 feet away from Baekhyun.

He watched intently at my every movement, memorizing the way my body twisted and stretched in sync with the others. My cheeks burned and I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. 'Just think of Taemin,' I think to myself.

Closing my eyes a few times, I imagined my husband's arms wrapping around me and dancing with me. He'd twirl me like a ballerina and hold my hand like our lives depended on it. The room was empty...the two of us remained.

The moment I opened my eyes, I realized we were all in our ending positions but all eyes were on me. "And that's exactly the kind of spin I want to see from all of you! Nice work, Yuki," the choreographer clapped to herself while I stood frozen in my pose. "Make every one of your movements as sharp and meaningful as hers. Take 5."

I break and immediately rush to my water bottle and phone. Going to my messages, I type a little paragraph to Taemin. "Taemin, can we please FaceTime sometime? I need to see your face...please baby, I'm not sure how much longer I can take it 💔."

Sending it, I shut it off, knowing he wouldn't be able to answer until 10 o'clock like usual. At least he did have access to his phone. I'm not sure what I would've done if he could never text me.

"Give me a date and time, sweetheart and we'll make it work," Baekhyun says to me in a low tone as I look up from my dark screen in thought. My eyes filled with tears as I glared at him.

"Leave me alone," I mutter, slamming my water bottle down and tossing my phone in my bag. Just as I whip around to go back to my place, my wrist is gripped in the hand of my blackmailer.

"Better cooperate, Yuki," he says, shaking his head at my behavior. "Come on over to my house tomorrow at 6:30. See you then," he says, letting me go and returning to the manager's table.

I clutch my fist tightly. 'I won't go. He can't make me and he has nothing against me.'

~

Lying in bed with Adam by my side and Eve on the floor, I wait anxiously for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall, signaling 10 o'clock. My heart hammered in my chest as my hand vibrates with the notification on my phone.

'Of course, babygirl. We can FaceTime right now if you'd like but then the next time I can FaceTime would only be next is tomorrow ❤️,' I read in my head. I inhale a deep breath at the day he had listed: the day Baekhyun had put aside for "us."

I sit up and switch on the lamp beside me. Adam raises his head as I lean my phone against a throw pillow and tap the FaceTime icon. I was currently wearing my usual night dress, a part of a set he had once gotten me for Valentine's Day, and one of his button ups on top of it.

My face flashed back at me as it rang a few times before he answered. I press my hand to my lips as I see him lying down in his bed with a large smile on his face. "Hello, beautiful," he chuckles quietly.

The surrounding darkness indicated night time for him but I was already so thankful that he could do this is the first place. "I haven't seen your face in a few months," I exhale shakily.

"I know, sweetheart," he sighs, still holding his grin. "How're you holding up? You look beautiful right now," he asks, my eyes narrowing down to my v-cut dress barely hiding my open chest with his shirt.

"Oh stop it," I laugh, blinking back incoming tears. "I...I want to believe you'll be back sooner, but whenever I do anything, you always find a way to crawl back into my mind."

His small eyes warmed my heart. His beautiful skin shined and his now short hair made me ache in want. I just wanted to hold him...to touch him again. "Well I'm not exactly 100% either, y'know," he chuckles. "I'm not allowed to wear our engagement ring but I keep it on my bed side table at all times."

     I playfully scoff. "While I'm over here fighting costume designers to keep mine on," I laugh, hugging my arms from a sudden wave of chills.

     "You cold, baby?" He murmurs, sitting up from his bed and positioning the phone on his nightstand. "I would be holding you like this right now," he says, grabbing his pillow and hugging it tightly while leaning his cheek on the top.

     I snatch a nearby pillow from his side of the bed and hold it as well. "Feel better?" He smirks, my head nodding before pressing a kiss to the stuffed fabric. He does the same, resulting in us erupting into laughter.