Black Rose ~ A Taemin Fic Pt. 2

Chapter 7

     Nothing was said as he continued peppering my lips with his own and holding my tenderly as if I were made of fine china. My hands play with his hair, enjoying the length that I was sure to miss from Taemin when he occurred.

     'Taemin...' I thought as his mouth sucked on my neck and his fingers ran up and down my back, tickling my spine and hips with his touch. The body and mind are too different souls, each wanting what the other was trying to avoid. In this case, mine had been scouting for two years for lust.

     Just when I was about to question his act, he speaks the word "patience" three times before kissing me once again. I felt a sense of tranquility in every kiss that met my lips. It was almost like closure except I was engaged and in no need of closure from anyone.

      I shove him away, alarms blaring in my head. "Get out," I mutter from the ground. He pulls back, bangs dusted over his eyes, the very ones gazing down at me and my heaving chest. "Get. The fuck. Out."

     He looks me up and down before slowly rising and fixing his button-up. I can't breathe from down here. It feels like the steam from the shower is here to suffocate me, for the very sin I told myself I wouldn't commit.

     I run for the door. Baekhyun calling my name from behind me. The dogs are barking as I skip steps down to the ground level. This giant house. This empty, cold, giant house. No love lived here. I was alone. Utterly alone.

      By the time I'm outside, I'm sobbing fat tears. The ring on my finger burns. I try to take it off but I'm shaking. "Yuki!" A voice calls out behind me. I don't turn around, afraid that whatever has a hold on me will strike again. Baekhyun appears there, chest rising and falling with his breath. "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm sorry—"

      "I'm a fucking cheater, Baekhyun!" I don't know why I was blaming him, nor even reasoning with it at all. My whole body feels like it's on fire. I need to do something. Move. Anything. "I...I wanna dance," I whisper, swiping my tears, doing my best to ignore the ring. He doesn't say anything as I reorganize my thoughts. 'How will I even get there? Are the practice rooms open? It's so late, maybe I should just go to bed.' All these thoughts try battle, trying to find the winner.

      But it's Baekhyun, with his brows frowned and his hands at his hips, who says, "I can take you anywhere you need to go." I finally glance his way, both of us still panting from the run. When I don't say anything more, he continues. "You wanna dance? I'll take you to go dance."

      No words were exchanged as he called for a car. When it arrived, he sat in the front, leaving me in the back. I needed it. This alone time. I couldn't imagine being even 3 feet next to him. My body presses as much as it can against the door, my dark eyes focusing out the window. But my mind was racing at the kiss. As the sensations so well familiar I wanted to cry again. I could feel his eyes check on me from the front. Even move with my hand to my eyes was a signal for him to turn around for a second.

      The music is low in the car. The station cycles through slow songs that were tending. An IU one makes me shutter just as pull up to the company. Baekhyun buzzes us in, my key still at the house. 'God that fucking house—'

      "We could rehearse Amusement Park unless you wanna—"

      "No," I interfere, our shoes gently hitting the titles softly yet hauntingly. There are too many memories in this building. I hug my arms. "I don't want to learn anything. I just wanna dance. Whatever comes to mind will come to mind," I explain, his head nodding once in understanding.

     Upon reaching the practice room, I don't turn on the lights. Baekhyun follows my lead, finding a spot on the ground beside me. Before me, the mirror glared back an image so sour I twisted my mouth and moved to the sound system. He seemed surprised when the first sounds of "Door" trickle through the speakers. I didn't have the ribbon he used those years ago, but I had myself and it was enough.

      I perform the beginning bits, breathing deeply as if it were tai chi. This song hurts so badly. To hear my fiancé sing the words "you don't need to know everything" at the age I am now hurts. Baekhyun, from the floor, watches with upmost patience as I go through the movements. Steady and proud, I perform each step as I did when I was a trainee. And he was nothing more than a crush then.

      About halfway through the choreo, I paused to breathe just as he stood. Eyeing each other, words weren't needed when the second verse came and we both flared our arms in the same movement. It was tragically beautiful, the way we moved in sync to the man we both looked up to. Nor longer did it feel like I was the only one hurting. Perhaps we both were.

       By the end of it, panting is all that's heard before he breathes the words, "I'm sorry...for being so...dominant over you."

      I let out a few breaths before replying with, "you're so full of shit."

      He laughs at this. "I saw your pain, Yuki," he says a bit quieter this time, "and I wanted to take it away."

      For the first time in weeks, I believed him.
       
Hi! Sorry for the scattered publications! I haven't touched this story in years 😭 but your guys love is making me want to continue it. I have no idea what I'm doing but hopefully I get some ideas soon (feel free to even pitch some!) until then, enjoy!