It was late, around 12 am at the SM building. SHINee had been practicing hard for their highly anticipated comeback all day and all night, with minimal breaks. Their practice finally came to an end, and they all collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
I sat on the bench, feeling bored, but mostly, I just felt sorry for the boys. Long and hard hours, practicing vocal skills, learning difficult dance moves, and all I could do, was just sit on the bench and watch.
Recently, I had injured my knee, I twisted something in my foot and took a hard fall to the ground in the midst of teaching SHINee their latest choreo. I was SHINee's dance choreographer, and had been for years, so naturally, I cared very deeply for the boys and there overall health. I wished that I could help them, but in reality, it was not physically possible. All I could do, was just sit there, in pain, as this butt-muncher of a choreographer, orders the boys around like a group of dogs. Like, does he even know who he is talking to? These boys bust their asses, all friggen day, and he thinks that he can just run them into the ground?
'For the past week that I have been unable to teach them, all the boys do, is come to me and complain about how sore their back is, or how they have only gotten two hours of sleep. TWO! I literally feel like beating that ass wipe into a pulp for hurting my friends. I always take care of them. I never push them past their own limits. And I always provide breaks. This guy hardly even knows SHINee, infact, he doesn't! Who does this guy think he is? Oh if only I could.....'
My thoughts snapped away in an instant, ad I heard my name being called from the other side of the room. All of the boys eyes were on me, their faces bright red and dripping with sweat. I smiled a pitiful smile as I got up from my seat, and walked to the middle of the room where the five members were sat in a circle.
I made my way down to the floor, as Onew held onto my arms to ensure I got down safely. By this time, that idiot had left the room, feeling satisfied with the state that the boys were in. Pure evil. It was just me and the members, sat in the middle of the large dance room, with blue walls decorated with white clouds.
"Your manager will take you back to the dorm in a minute or two, he is just on the phone with the filming management." I assured them. They all nodded and smiled, clearly exhausted, both mentally and physically.
"I'm really sorry boys. It sucks that this has happened, I should have been more careful. And even then, I should never have agreed to let him replace me, even if it is for a few months." I spoke with my head hung low, feeling sad at the words that had just left my mouth. I felt guilty. So, so guilty.
"It's ok Noona. Its not your fault." Taemin reassured, as he fluttered his shirt back and forth, cooling down his sweaty chest.
In that moment, SHINee's manager burst through the door, energy drink in hand. "Ready to get going? Let's take you guys back, you deserve some good rest." You could tell that the manager hadn't slept in a while himself, his eyes carrying bags as his pupils dialated from the caffeine in the energy drink. It wasn't only SHINee who was effected, it was everyone.
The boys all rose up from the polished wooden floor, and began to walk toward the door that was being held open. Onew helped me to my feet, supporting my arms as he spoke the words, "take a seat back on the bench. I'll be with you in a sec."
The reason Onew wanted me to stay back with him, was, well. Its absolutely ridiculous, and it took a long time for me to actually agree to it, but Onew had actually been helping me with my vocals. Every time I told him not to worry, and that he should go back to the dorm with the others, he brushed me off. He claimed that he felt more relaxed and at ease when he was with me, and would rather this, over going back to the dorm.
I hobbled over to the bench, and slowly took my seat, watching the boys exit the humid and sweaty room. A few minutes later Onew walked back through the door and approached me with a bright smile.
"Um. Today, I want to try something different." Onew said as he knelt down on one knee, "just trust me. Ok?" Obviously confused, I crossed my brows, but did not refuse. His face inched closer to my injured knee, and pressed his lips against the gray knee brace, kissing it softly. His beautiful round eyes glanced up at me. I was unable to read his expression, I had never seen him look at me this way, a look so foreign. I was around Onew almost every second of the day, for over three years now, and yet, I had never seen this particular look. I could not identify it.
His slender hands made their way up my uncovered legs, gliding along my skin. In that moment, I suddenly became scared. 'Is this what I think it is?' He kissed my legs, getting higher and higher with each kiss, until he was at the hem of my shorts. He stood up slowly, never breaking eye contact. "Wha...What are you doing?" My voice trembled a little, but my mind became at ease as I assumed he was just being stupid. "Ya. Pabo. Is this really going to help me with my vocals? Haha, I don't think so." I rose from my chair after I finished my sentence, laughing it off, but my hand was seized before I could move away. Onew had grabbed onto my wrist, ensuring I went nowhere. At this, my heart pounded, suddenly feeling uneasy.
"What is it?" I spoke, trying my best to sound calm and unshaken.
"I'm helping you. Remember, you help me, I help you? Don't you trust me anymore?" Onew spoke, sounding unfamiliar and frightening. He inched his face closer to mine, as he kissed my still lips. Naturally, I fought back, not returning his unwanted kiss.
'What the hell is he doing? We are friends. We have known each other for over three years, what in the world is his lips doing on mine? Does he have feelings for me? Or is he just wanting some fun?' These thoughts swam around in my scrambled brain as he grabbed onto the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him.
Slowly, his hands began to wander around my body seductively, slipping under my loose shirt and feeling my bare tosro. Slowly, my eyes began to flutter as I felt a tickle form in my womanhood, and in that moment, I realized I was becoming aroused. Realizing this suddenly, I slapped his hands away as I shoved him forward.
Knowing that he was unwanted, he took a few steps backwards.
"Sorry. I'll take you home now."
The car ride back to your apartment was filled with silence and awkwardness.
Chapter One End.
