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Summary: With the help of his no-so-gay best friend, Lee Taemin comes up with the perfect plan to win Adonis' heart (or really, just Kim Jonghyun's attention)
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I was downing my third glass of vodka that night when I saw him –the descendant of Adonis, the epitome of perfection, the man who could make any girl wet their panties faster than Cupid can.
His eyes scanned the room and I choked on my drink when his dark gaze briefly met mine. His eyes are big and mesmerizing, sparkling like the sea at sunrise. His lips are plump and red like sweet apples. His jaw line is strong and prominent. And that body, oh I swear he can make any Greek God cower in shame.
Being quite the shameless boy that I am (not that I can help it), I stared at him with my mouth hanging open, too dazed to catch the smirk he sent me before he looked away and turned his attention to the girl with big tits (whose long permed hair looks a lot like Medusa's, if you ask me. And nope, I'm definitely not jealous) in front of him. The whore flung her arms around his neck and I swear I saw red when he lazily wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her rather abnormally large boobs closer to his body.
I didn't know how long I stood there, glowering like a jealous high school girl. It wasn't until some asshole slapped my ass that I was knocked back to reality. I turned around to punch the horny bastard only to meet my giggling best friend.
"Nice ass you got there, babe," Kibum said in between giggles.
I raised an eyebrow at him and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "You're gay."
"I'M. NOT. GAY." My best friend puffed out his cheeks in indignation, emphasizing each word by poking my chest.
"Sure, you're not," I said, tone lacing with sarcasm.
"Yah! Lee Taemin, don't put me in the same category as you are. I like girls. I'M STRAIGHT, YOU GOT THAT?" he's starting to get annoyed. But I'm sort of getting some sick pleasure at watching my best friend deny his sexuality.
"Yeah, yeah," I waved my hand as if dismissing whatever Kibum just said and went back to throwing daggers at that Medusa-head slut.
"OH MY GOD!" A girly shriek beside me pulled my attention back to my best friend. He was flailing wildly, eyes focused somewhere else. I'm about to ignore him when he suddenly grabbed my arm painfully.
"Ouch! Kibum, what the hell?" I asked, annoyed.
"Lee Jinki!" he pointed to the entrance and sure enough "the dazzling prince" (Kibum's words, not mine), just came in and looking "so fucking regal" (again, Kibum's words, definitely not mine).
"I thought he won't come. Let's go say hi!" Kibum said excitedly, half dragging me with him.
"Are you sure you're not gay?" My question was ignored.
"Hey, Jinki!" Kibum said, a bit too enthusiastically if you ask me.
"Hi Bummie, hey Taemin," Jinki said, nodding at the both of us.
Kibum blushed at the nickname and I winced as my friend's fingernails dug painfully on my skin. I can almost hear him screaming in my head, "Lee Jinki just called me 'Bummie' oh god! Did you hear that Taemin? He called me Bummie!"
Yeah, definitely not gay.
"Jinki, man!" a voice from behind me suddenly said.
"Yo, Jonghyun," Jinki said with a small smile.
I turned around to look at the newcomer.
And gasped.
"Adonis!"
It took me a whole minute to realize that I was pointing my finger at the Greek god-like creature in front of me and another minute to notice that the whole room had gone completely silent. Everyone is gaping at me with wide eyes and opened mouths.
Adonis snorted and the whole room broke into bouts of laughter. Kibum face palmed and I could only hang my head low with my ears turning red in shame. Oh god, please tell me I did not just embarrassed myself in front of this Greek God.
"Who's this kid, Key?" Adonis asked in between chuckles. Despite the deep embarrassment that I'm in, I can't help but bask in the beauty of his voice, smooth and velvety.
But wait... did he just call me a kid? I'm not a fucking kid ok. I'm fucking eighteen.
"Oh... oh yeah, this is my friend Lee Taemin. Taeminnie, this is Kim Jonghyun."
"Hey kid. You can also call me Adonis if you like," that fucking perfect bastard said with a hint of amusement in his voice. I was too embarrassed to even lift my head. So I whispered a barely audible "Hi," before running away without another word, ignoring Kibum's "Yah where are you going?" and Jonghyun's loud laughter.
Well, good job Lee Taemin. What a way to embarrass yourself.
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School the next day was like hell. Everywhere I went, people never stopped mocking me. Apparently, yesterday's "Adonis Incident" was the talk of the entire population. Whenever I walked down the hallways, whispers and weird glances were shot at me. It almost took a toll on me come lunch time and I might have just broken down, if not for Mr. Fucking Adonis who I spotted sitting under the big oak tree beside the gymnasium.
God, he looks beautiful.
And just like that, all the morning worries dissipated into thin air. I was lost in the moment, staring at him from a small distance and admiring how perfect he looks.
"Kim Jonghyun," remembering the name introduced to me last night. I whispered it softly, marvelling at the taste of his name on my tongue.
"Jonghyun," I closed my eyes and let a soft smile play on my lips. His name is like candy, sweet and—
"Yes?"
My eyes flew open only to find him staring at me curiously. I might or might not have accidently utter his name out loud, enough for him to hear me even with the distance between us. I almost face palmed, ears turning bright red again in mortification. To my utter horror, Jonghyun stood up, dusted off his pants, and walked towards me. I was locked on my place, mind going haywire with what I'm supposed to say.
Oh god.
Why am I so awkward? Why can't I be like Kibum, he might be in denial about his sexuality but he always exudes an air of confidence. Why do I have to be the awkward little Taeminnie who embarrasses himself one way or another?
He stopped when he was at an arm's length away from me. I swallowed and mentally forced myself to keep my calm. Don't freak out, self. You can do this. Just say hi and then leave. That's all you have to do. You won't embarrass yourself if you just relax. With one deep breath, I smiled at him and said brightly—a little too bright in fact, and I inwardly cringed—"Hey!"
His eyebrows slowly knit in confusion, and I swallowed thickly, nervous that I might have said something wrong without me knowing. I won't be surprised if I did, really. My mouth has this impressive ability to think faster than my brain can.
"Excuse me? Do I know you?" he asked in a tone full of innocent curiosity.
And just like that I felt a bomb explode in my chest, shattering my heart into thousands of little pieces. Okay, so maybe I was kind of relieved that he doesn't remember the embarrassment that was me last night. But another part of me was disappointed because, am I not worth remembering at all? I honestly don't know how to feel. I just stood there, too dumbstruck to even say a word.
When I didn't respond, he raised a confused eyebrow and that prompted me to stutter and say, "I... uhm... no, you don't know me. I have to go, bye!"
I ran as fast as I can back to my classroom while silently wishing for the ground to swallow me alive.
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"I can't believe that he doesn't even remember me! I mean, look Kibum! Am I that ugly?"
"You're beautiful, Taeminnie."
"Was he too drunk last night to even remember me?"
"I'm pretty sure he was sober last night."
"Then why can't he remember me?"
"God, Taemin sit down. I'm getting dizzy watching you pace back and forth," Kibum said with an annoyed huff before going back to his nails (which he was polishing with a stunning pink color, by the way).
I flopped down beside him on the bed and buried my head under the pillows. "Maybe I'm just too boring for him. And why are you coloring your nails pink? That's too gay even in my standards. And I'm gay since I was born."
"Shut up shithead! I just like pink ok. I'm not gay and you're not boring. In fact, I'm not surprised that Jonghyun can't remember you at all." I turned around to face him and asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
"Unless you have big tits, Jonghyun will most likely forget you," Kibum said in a casual tone, not even sparing me a glance.
"So he likes boobs huh?" I swallowed thickly. Of course Jonghyun would be straight.
"He adores tits. He can't live without them. That's a given fact. Everyone knows that. He slept with more than half of the girls at school."
"Oh," I said with a dejected sigh.
There must have been something in my tone which caught Kibum's attention because he finally tore his eyes away from his nails and turned to look at me instead. "But Taemin, that doesn't mean he would never go for dicks, especially yours. No one can resist my baby," he ruffled my hair affectionately while softly cooing like I'm a toddler who just got bullied in the playground. Seriously, I'm not a fucking baby.
"But he doesn't even remember me, hyung. You have to help me!" I whined.
If there's one thing I'm sure of, it's my power to make the great Kim Kibum do anything I want with just a pout of my lips. No one else has the ability to do that, not even Jinki—well ok, probably Jinki and I.
Anyway, sure enough, Kibum is soon hugging me tightly and fussing a lot, "I will make him remember you, Taemin-ah! Don't worry about it. Even if I have to transform you into a girl with super sized boobs just so he can permanently engrave your name in his memories, I would help you do it!"
I chuckled bitterly, "Right hyung, it's not as if I can get super sized boobs in a day."
Kibum pulled away from the hug to look at me with wide eyes "Of course you can!"
"What?"
"I'll help you dress you up as a girl, didn't I already say that?"
"You're kidding me."
"Do I look like I'm shitting you?"
"But Kibum hyung, that's ridiculous!" I sighed exasperatedly.
"It's not ridiculous. Look, you're one of the prettiest boys I've ever seen. And you've been taking up female roles in school plays since you were a small kid. No one can ever tell you're a boy. I swear, after I'm done with you, Kim Jonghyun will be begging for your dick," Kibum said with a scary glint in his eyes.
"You just wait, Kim Jonghyun. The hottest girl with the biggest boobies ever is coming to get you," he added in an icy tone.
I couldn't help but shiver at Kibum's words.
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Kibum hyung dragged me with him and we spent the whole afternoon shopping for dresses, shoes, accessories, make up and whatnot (thanks to his gold credit card). I wasn't so sure about this whole Dress Up Like A Girl And Seduce Kim Jonghyun plan. To be completely honest, I would stick with admiring Mr. Adonis from a distance (which involves stalking but I would never admit to anyone that I'm sort of a creeper) rather than making a fool out of myself by crossdressing.
When I brought this up to Kibum he told me that I would make a fool out of myself either way so just choose the latter option. At least it can win Jonghyun's attention. I don't really know if I want to win his attention by embarrassing myself but I just shut up because Kibum is already ravaging every store in existence until my feet are sore. I swear I won't be able to walk for the next hundreds of years.
I collapsed on the bed as soon as we got back at Kibum's apartment. He threw all the shopping bags on top of me. I groaned, but I didn't have enough energy in me to move the bags away. My eyelids are heavy and I was almost ready to just sleep the night away (never mind going back to my own house because I'm too tired for that. Fortunately, my parents are too busy to even care where I am) when a strong grip on my arm suddenly yanked me upright.
"What?" I glared at my best friend who was looking at me with a mischievous smile on his face, which I didn't like one bit. Nothing good ever comes out of that smile.
"What do you mean what? We have a plan to put into action remember?" he said with arms crossed while tapping his foot impatiently.
I cried out in protest, not wanting to deal with anything more right now. I'm tired as hell. But Kibum hyung will have none of that as he dragged me to the bathroom along with the bags of clothes and make up. This is going to be one hell of a night.
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When Kibum was done with me, I can't help but admire myself a bit. Okay, a lot. But I swear I'm not usually this narcissistic. It's just that I look so fucking hot in the mini skirt and sleeveless top Kibum made me wear. He also made me shave every inch of hair all over my body (which includes my nether region, but it's not like I can get naked in front of Jonghyun when I'm pretending to be a girl. Hello, that would totally bust me. But whatever, just so Kibum would shut the fuck up, I had to shave there).
And then, Kibum applied make up on me which really brought out my soft features and gave a touch of innocence to my totally seductive clothes. He said Jonghyun would never be able to resist the contrast. He also made me wear high heels, but I strongly protested against it. I'm already taller than Jonghyun without the heels. Kissing would be impossible if I tower over him like a skyscraper ("Kibum hyung, why is Jonghyun so short anyways?" "Taemin, you can't just ask a person why he is short. That's rude"). So I settled in wearing flat shoes instead. He also put extensions to my brown hair so that it flowed past my shoulders and tied it into a half pony. But the best thing about my look is the pair of breast-shaped silicon bags Kibum placed inside my bra. It's larger than any boobs I've set my eyes on.
I didn't ask why he knew how to put extensions or where he got the fake boobs. But I made sure to whisper under my breath that he's totally undeniably gay. It earned me a smack on the forehead.
I might not have been confident about this whole plan in the beginning, but looking at myself in the mirror right now, a small smile graced my lips. You just wait, Adonis.
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So an hour later, I found myself standing outside what looks like a club, with Kibum hyung giving me last minute tips on how to seduce Mr. Adonis. The bouncer eyed us and I swallowed nervously. Fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, I tried convincing myself not to back out since I've already gone this far.
But wait—
"What are we doing here again, hyung?"
Kibum looked like he was ready to slap my face because I'm pretty sure that was the fifth time I asked the same question. Hey I can't help it. I'm nervous as fuck. And when I'm nervous, my brain has this impressive ability to just stop functioning.
"You are going in there, shake your booty, get Jonghyun high and then leave."
"Why would I leave?"
"Oh my god, Taemin! You're not listening to a word I was saying! You're going to leave him high and dry so he would want you more the next time he sees you. You're not going to be a one night stand, get that? You have to act like a little slut at first then play hard to get at the last minute. He would definitely remember you."
I nodded, albeit nervous and reluctant. Kibum gripped my shoulders tightly and whispered "Go get your man!" With that, he gave my ass a slap before pushing me towards the club. However, a thought suddenly crossed my mind, so I turned around to look back at my friend. "Wait hyung, how do you know that he will be here tonight?"
"Jonghyun is here almost every night."
"Yeah, but how did you know that?"
It was pretty amusing to see the great Kim Kibum blushed and stuttered to answer me, "Uhm... Jinki kind of hangs out with him sometimes."
I raised my eyebrows at him, "Oh so you were stalking Jinki hyung?
He turned a darker shade of red and shooed me, "God, Taemin just go!"
I huffed and waved a goodbye at him before leaving. The bouncer gave me an once-over, eyes lingering on my fake boobs, before letting me pass without even asking for an identification card. Oh the magic of my tits.
The intoxicating smell of alcohol, cigarettes and sex welcomed my nostrils as soon as I set foot inside, almost making me gag. Despite the blaring music, I heard a few whistles and catcalls sent my way. I'm so not used to this kind of thing. I've been in a club once or twice to pick up Kibum hyung whenever he's too drunk to go home by himself.
Right now though, I want to step out badly. The place is really scaring the hell out of me. I'm about to abandon the plan of seducing Jonghyun when some fucktard squeezed my ass. I turned around, ready to lash at the asshole who dared to touch me. Before I can even get to him however, some guy had already thrown a punch at him.
"What the fuck dude?" the asshole said, nursing his now bleeding nose.
My saviour cracked his knuckles and that was all it took for the pervert to scamper away, but not before muttering under his breath, "Shit it's Jonghyun."
My eyes widened at the name and when my saviour turned to look at me, I was met face-to-face with Adonis himself. I stifled a gasp and tried to relax myself, letting Kibum's words wash over me ("Remember Taemin, keep your cool. The key to seducing Jonghyun is confidence.")
"Are you alright?" he asked with genuine concern written on his face.
"I'm—I'm fine, thanks," I said.
"Want something to drink?" That's when I notice his eyes darting to my chest. Oh.
Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed me by the waist and led me to the direction of the bar. I could only follow dumbly, feeling tingles from where Jonghyun's hand is touching me.
"So what's your name?" he asked as he handed me a bright blue drink. I absentmindedly took it from him and cringed when the strong smell of alcohol met my nose. I don't really drink, despising how the alcohol gives a burning sensation to my throat. Nevertheless, I put on a really suggestive smile before taking a sip of the drink. It tastes awful and I really want to throw up, but I kept it all in and put an expression of nonchalance, as if I always drink whatever the hell that was during breakfast. Jonghyun smirked as his hand slowly made its way to my lap, drawing lazy circles on it.
I must not be awkward. I must not be awkward. I must not be awkward.
I tried to picture Kibum hyung in this kind of situation. What would he do? Oh right, he would play with the guy's collar while whispering close to his ear. So I did just that.
"Why should I tell you my name?" I put on a husky edge to my voice and as soon as I spoke, I felt Jonghyun shivering under my touch. Oh.
"Because I just bought you a drink. I guess you can tell me your name as a way of saying thanks."
I pretended to think for a minute, knitting my eyebrows and pouting my lips a little in an irresistible manner. "I have a better idea," I grabbed his wrist, dragging him to the direction of the dance floor. He sent me an amused smile and followed without much protest. We squeezed our way through the mass of dancing bodies, slick with sweat. All the while, I can feel Jonghyun's eyes trailing my sweet ass. I smirked, way to go Lee Taemin!
When we finally made it to the center of the dance floor, I wasted no time in swaying my hips. I'm quite confident with my dancing so it was no surprise that when I started moving, Jonghyun elicited a small gasp of astonishment. I leaned closer, accidentally-but-not-so-accidentally brushing my thigh against the front of his pants where a small budge is already forming. Oh god, this is way too easy.
"Nevermind my name, I can thank you with this instead," I wiggled my ass against his obvious erection, silently congratulating myself when his eyelids fluttered close in pleasure. Pulling me closer by the hips, he whispered, "I'd like that." And then he blew a small puff of hot air against my ear, making me shiver, as he grinded his cock against my ass.
At this point, I'm so turned on as well. Fearing that my erection would make an obvious tent on the tight skirt I'm wearing, I decided that it's time to leave. Kibum's words echoed in my ears, "get Jonghyun high and then leave."
I turned to face him with a smirk on my lips. "I have to go, loverboy," I bit his earlobe and walked away, leaving a dumbstruck Adonis behind.
And for once in my entire eighteen years of existence, I did not embarrass myself.
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I was eating lunch with Kibum (who won't stop talking, more like gushing actually, about Jinki) when my eyes fell on Him. He was sitting at the center of the cafeteria, surrounded by a handful of girls, all gazing at him with lust in their eyes. Of course they would all want him. I smirked as my mind wandered back to last night.
Adonis stood up, dumping his tray of half eaten lunch in the trash bin before casually exiting the cafeteria. This is my chance.
"Kibum hyung, I'll see you later," I said hurriedly before running after my Adonis.
"Hey, Taemin wait—" I ignored Kibum and rushed out of the cafeteria. I'm not really sure why I'm following him—probably it's my stalker instinct kicking into action. I spotted him a couple of feet away, walking with his hands in his pockets. God, he is so fucking cool.
I followed him, making sure to maintain some distance between us, until he rounded a corner and disappeared from my sight. I hurried after him, wanting to follow him some more. However as soon as I turned to the corner he disappeared to, I bumped into something hard. I fell flat on my ass, nice.
"Dude what the fuck. Why are you following me?"
I looked up and gasped. Adonis is standing in front of me, glaring.
"Well? Aren't you going to talk?"
"I—I uhm..."
"Wait," he furrowed his eyebrows and crouched down until he's eye level with me. He looked at me closely and said, "I think I know you."
Well fuck. Busted. Oh god he fucking knows it was me last night. Oh my god what should I do?
I started fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, eyes wandering to anywhere but him, "Uhm... Jonghyun, about last night... I, uhm—"
"You're that guy yesterday!"
"I—what?" I stared back at him, too dumbstruck to move.
"That weird guy who suddenly called my name in the middle of the courtyard and then who ran away after I asked if you know me. That's you right?"
"Oh right, right. That's me," I laughed awkwardly. "But I don't know you and you don't know me—"
"You're following me though."
"NO! I mean, no I'm not following you and—"
"You know my name."
I cringed, turning red in embarrassment. "You know what? I'm late for my next class—"
"It's still lunch time."
"Ugh whatever, I have to go." I hastily stood up and ran away, hoping against hope that Jonghyun wouldn't figure out that the weird guy stalking him and the hot girl last night is not the same person.
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I went back to the club that night, although a bit reluctant. This time, Kibum made me wear a black sleeveless top which emphasized my rather big (and fake) asset and tight fitting pants which hugged my ass nicely. I wore black boots and my long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail. I looked like a bad-ass chick, totally contrasting my seductive appearance last night, I liked it nevertheless.
I'm sort of scared that Jonghyun had already figured out my secret however I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he came up to me, with that flirty grin. I knew right then that my secret is still safe. That night was like a replay of last night's events. Jonghyun bought me the bright blue drink again and then we danced, flirting shamelessly with each other. He was holding me so close to him that I almost forgot what happened at school earlier that day. We were both sporting an erection when I finally bid him goodbye. This time, however, Jonghyun asked for my name before I left. I was too aroused that I almost slipped and told him my real name.
"Tae—" oops. Jonghyun raised a questioning eyebrow at me. "—yeon. Taeyeon. I'm Taeyeon."
"My name is Jonghyun."
"I know."
He chuckled, "How did you know?"
Oops. Fucking oops! "I just know. Anyways, I really have to go."
"Wait, are you coming again tomorrow?"
I nodded, sent him a wink, and left.
The next couple of weeks passed by in a blur. I spent most of the day, admiring Jonghyun from a distance and making sure I'm not caught sighing and ogling at him. And on some days, I would follow him around school, ignoring the little pinch of jealousy in my chest whenever girls would be all over him.
Kibum calls me a stalker. I can't be bothered to be honest. There's just something about Jonghyun that draws me in and I can't stop looking. Even if he won't return the stare, I could spend the entire day admiring him. I was content with that because when night time falls, I would be wearing my mini dress and all his attention would be on me.
It's actually pretty heartbreaking to think that the girl he fawns over at night is the same person who stands behind trash bins just to get a good look at him. But it's fine with me. I would forget how much of a sad loser I am during the day when he holds me like a fragile princess at night. He would dance with me and hold me close, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. It was a warm feeling, having his chest so close to mine, feeling his heart beating in time with mine. He's my perfect Adonis and I could lose myself in the feeling of his arms wrapped around my body.
But when the sun breaks into the horizon, just like Cinderella, reality would come crushing down at me and I'll be forced to go back to the sad and pathetic life of a stalker.
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It's weird not to see Jonghyun in school but it was pretty normal according to Kibum. He told me that Jonghyun is a lazy fuck who barely passes with his meagre attendance and he's actually surprised that Jonghyun had held on for weeks without skipping. It's a new record for him.
I guess I'm just used to stalking him every day that it felt sort of lonely not to see him in his usual spot in the cafeteria. I couldn't help the pout which graced my lips. Last night was pretty mind blowing. We danced until both of our feet are sore and bruised. I miss him already.
I went to Kibum's apartment as soon as school is over. He dressed me up with as much enthusiasm he had as the previous nights. It actually amazed me how much Kibum knows about women's clothing. ("Are you sure you're not gay?" "I'm not. God, Taemin just drop it." "Ok I was just saying because you know all this stuff about make up and—" "Shut up.")
Anyway at around eleven o'clock, I stood outside the club, donning a black miniskirt, oversized shirt which emphasized my collarbones, and high-heeled boots (I was so against it, but Kibum said it would make my legs look sexier). My long brown hair is curled, flowing freely on my shoulders. I look quite chic.
And like the first night, Kibum gave my ass a firm slap before pushing me towards the club. I stumbled and almost fell flat on my face. Turning around, I glared at my best friend who was wearing an annoying smirk on his face. I didn't have time to deal with him though because the next thing I know, someone circled his arm around my waist, bringing me close to him. I stifled a gasp when I saw that it was Jonghyun.
"Hi, babe." From the corner of my eyes, I saw Kibum wearing his hoodie to cover half of his face and quickly leaving before Jonghyun can even spot him.
"Hey," I said with a tone of forced indifference. I sounded breathless nonetheless because that's just how Jonghyun affects me. He literally takes my breath away.
Oh god, too sappy. Did I really just say that? Okay, shoot me.
"Come with me," Jonghyun stirred me to the direction of the parking lot. I flailed my arms, trying to get away from his grasp. However, my protest died down in my throat when I soon found myself standing in front of a big black motorbike. I know nothing about bikes, but I can definitely tell that this one is quite pricey judging by its sleek look.
"Say hi to my baby," Jonghyun said as he handed me a helmet. I could only gape in shock and admiration. Guys with big bikes are so fucking hot. It's an instant turn on for me. Well shit, this Adonis is perfection.
He helped me get on his bike and I made sure to press my fake boobs on his back as I circled my arms around his waist, holding on tightly. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see," he said with a smirk, putting on his own helmet. Then the engine roared to life and we were soon speeding on the almost empty highway. The cold wind felt nice against my skin. Unconsciously, I tightened my grip on Jonghyun and screamed my heart out. The sound of the engine overpowered my voice but it felt nice to shout freely like that. I can feel Jognhyun's body vibrating against mine as he laughed. Imagining the sound of his laughter, I closed my eyes and let myself feel everything –from the bumps on his back, to the warmth his body exudes, and to the sweet minty scent which filled my nostrils.
However, I only had a brief time to enjoy the feeling of him so close to me. The bike slowly came to a halt and when I opened my eyes, I realized that we were on a riverbank. The view is simply breathtaking, what with the water sparkling like diamonds under the moonlight. It was as if a lovely painting came to life.
It's magical.
"Like what you see?"
"It's... oh god, it's beautiful," I said, almost a whisper as I made my way closer to the body of water.
"Romantic enough?" Jonghyun said with an underlying tone of playful teasing in his voice. I sat down and he came next to me, holding me close. I leaned back against him and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Not yet... unless you sing for me or play an instrument or whatever." I said it to tease him, however, when he started humming a tune, my heart flipped over and butterflies stirred in my stomach. It was magical, and sweet, and everything I could only imagine. It's perfect.
I couldn't utter a single word when his song came to an end. It felt like I've been submerged in a deep trance-like state, my insides turned jelly and my mind was in a haze.
"Hey say something," he whispered close to my ear. It feels like my soul is detached from my body and I could only sigh in contentment, leaning closer to him. He chuckled, "I take it you liked that."
"I loved it," I said, burying my face on the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet and minty scent.
For a moment, I forgot that I'm pretending to be someone else. I'm just Taemin. And he's just Jonghyun. I'm not Taeyeon, and he's not Adonis. We're just two strangers, sitting on the riverbank and basking in the magic of each other's presence. It felt nice.
However, reality came crashing down to me when Jonghyun whispered my name, "Taeyeon."
And then his lips met mine. It was a slow, languid kiss and it was our first. But at the back of my mind I was thinking that this is Taeyeon. Jonghyun is kissing Taeyeon, not Taemin and that kind of hurts a little.
Okay fine, it does hurt a lot knowing that Jonghyun doesn't see me as me. I wish I could tell him. But I can't so I pulled away from the kiss. His lips are nice, I could drown in them but I felt guilty for fooling him. For making him believe in someone who is not real.
Jonghyun gazed at me with worry in his eyes. "What's wrong, Taeyeon?"
"I'm thirsty," I lied.
A small smile broke on his handsome features. "I'll go buy something to drink," he stood up and dusted off his pants, leaving me alone and deep in my thoughts. A part of me enjoyed that kiss. It was the first time I tasted his lips after all and it was just like everything that I imagined. He tasted sweet and minty and I could still feel him on my tongue. However, a part of me feels guilty for fooling him. I don't want to know what would happen if Jonghyun finds out that I'm not the girl who he thinks I am.
He came back with several bottles of beer and a childish grin on his face. I almost cringe at the thought of alcohol, but I gulped down half of the bottle in one swig.
Drinking by the riverbank with Jonghyun and the stars for company wasn't as bad as I first thought it would be. We sat there for I don't know how long, but probably hours, talking nonstop. It's amazing how he becomes more and more of my ideal man as the minutes flew by. Despite how much Kibum says that Jonghyun is uninterested in almost everything except girls, I learned that he's very passionate with his music. He sang me a song or two and I can see the burning fervour in his eyes. He's a genius, misunderstood by many as a good-for-nothing lazy ass. Maybe he's a bit of that, yes but still, no one can be as passionate with music as he is.
We also share the same sense of humor, laughing at the stupidest and most childish of things. And under the cool façade lies a simple and childlike Jonghyun. It was so easy to talk to him, as if our personalities seemed to mould into one.
When he finally downed the last bottle, we were both a little bit tipsy with alcohol and a lot more intoxicated with how much we knew about each other now. It was then I realized that I'm not a one-night-thing for him like most girls are. Maybe he still doesn't see me as Taemin, however, I can tell that he's genuinely interested in whatever I had to say and that felt good. Nobody else seemed to care about what "little Taeminnie" has to say. Everyone speaks up for me and makes decisions for me, even Kibum hyung. I guess it comes with being timid since kindergarten. People would just assume I don't want to talk. But I do, however no one ever listens.
Except Jonghyun. He's a first. And it felt really good to know that someone actually listens.
He helped me get on his bike since I'm a little bit dizzy and wobbly on my knees. When he asked where I live, I could only slur a reply, too drunk to even speak properly. Everything after that became a blur of colors, sounds, and memories. The next thing I knew, I was in an unknown apartment, probably Jonghyun's, with my back pressed against the couch. Jonghyun is hovering above me but soon, his lips crashed into mine. It wasn't like our first kiss. This one is hungry and desperate, as if an inner turmoil is boiling deep within us. And when our tongues met, sparks flew, blinding me with so much warmth. My toes curled at the feel of his tongue exploring my wet cavern. He still tasted sweet despite the alcohol.
His hands explored every piece of my skin and his lips travelled from my jaw to my neck and to my collarbone. He bit and sucked, leaving his mark on me. Tingling warmth went straight to my groin, feeling myself growing hard. However, it wasn't until I felt Jonghyun's erection pressed against my inner thigh that the misty cloud in my mind began to clear up and all I could think about was shit, shit, shit. I'm dead if he feels my erection. So with all the strength I could muster I pushed him away, saying "I have to go home," and leaving a startled Jonghyun behind.
I ran and ran and ran. However, I didn't go home. I went straight to Kibum's apartment, surprising him at ass o'clock in the morning. "Taemin!" he screamed as soon as he opened the door. I went inside without even greeting him and flopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh. I can feel him eyeing me curiously, but before he can even ask, I cried "Hyung! I'm so screwed."
"Okay, what happened?"
"Jonghyun! He took me to a riverbank and it was so perfect and amazing. And then we made out on his couch."
"That sounds great, Taemin! But why are you screwed?"
"Because I'm falling in love with him! No that's not it. I'm falling in like with him? Hell, I can't be in love with him. Just, no."
"Oh shit."
"Yes, shit. And I realized tonight that he's not just this fucking hot Adonis who I want to have sex with He's Kim Jonghyun. The Jonghyun who is perfect yet imperfect in so many ways and I can't help but like him. A lot."
"Oh."
"That's right, 'oh'! I don't know what to do. What if he finds out that I'm not really a girl?"
I felt the couch dip as Kibum sat beside me and started rubbing soothing circles on my back. After a beat of silence, he said, "Then you have to come clean before he finds out." My head shot up to face him, screaming in panic, "Hyung! I can't. I don't want him to feel disgusted at me or hate me. He likes girls for god's sake."
"Oh, Taeminnie! I don't know anymore. I'm so sorry," Kibum suddenly pulled me into a tight hug and I could only sob quietly in his arms.
This is bad. Really, really bad.
---
I woke up in an unfamiliar couch, naked except for my boxers. As soon as I realized this, I sat up right away, panic rising in me. However, a splitting headache made me lie down again. The room is spinning and I couldn't remember much of what happened last night. I know I was with Jonghyun and then we—Oh my god.
"Hangover?"
My head shot up and I saw Kibum standing before me with a playful smirk on his lips. Oh, that's right I went to Kibum's place, and then—"Oh my god hyung! Did... Did something happen between us?"
He blinked once, twice, thrice and then he asked "You don't remember, do you? You're quite the screamer. I bet the whole neighbourhood heard you last night."
"Oh shit." I let my best friend fuck me? I'm going to commit suicide.
There was a beat of silence wherein I contemplated the best painless way to end my life, and then Kibum suddenly broke into bouts of laughter. "Taemin you should see your face! You're as red as a tomato. And nope, nothing happened. Trust me, even if you're the last person on earth, I wouldn't fuck you. That's just gross."
"Geez, thanks hyung," I said, slightly annoyed at the last comment but relieved at the same time. Having sex with Kibum hyung is like incest. Not gonna happen. Ever.
"Anyway, you better get up or we'll both be late for school."
I groaned and fell back on the couch, "Can't I skip school just for today? Please? I feel really sick."
"No. Here drink this, it will help with the hangover" he handed me a tablet and a glass of water. I took it but not before grumbling under my breath.
After a quick cold shower, I can remember pretty much everything that what happened last night. A part of me felt giddy remembering the moment at the riverbank. However, another part felt troubled knowing that I'm fooling Jonghyun. I really want to confess, but I don't know if I could take the disgust and rejection that might come with it. I'm torn between being honest and risk losing Jonghyun or keeping this charade and fool even myself.
The cold shower and the medicine didn't help in the slightest to soothe my headache. I want to stay at home and sleep all my worries away. However, Kibum wouldn't let me and so I was left with no other choice but to let him drag me to school.
---
For some reason, I was relieved when I didn't see Jonghyun on his usual spot in the cafeteria. I'm definitely not avoiding him or anything, nope. And even if I did avoid him, what difference would it make? It's not as if he can recognize me when I don't have the silicon boobs with me. I swear that idiot can remember names based on the size of their boobs. No wonder he can't remember names of guys. However, I desperately want to keep him out of my mind the whole day because just the mere thought of him is already making my headache worse. And it would really help a lot if I don't see him at all, thank you very much.
But my lucky stars seem to hate me today because as I was carrying my lunch tray, I bumped into someone and spilled banana milk on him.
"Hey, watch it!" Adonis said with an annoyed huff, cleaning the stain on his shirt with a handkerchief. I lowered my head, mumbled a quick apology and tried to make a desperate dash out of his sight. However, a hand on my arm stopped me. He was looking at me with a strange expression on his face so I swallowed nervously.
"You look familiar."
Oh why thank you lucky stars! Just this once, why can't you be on my side? I tried to hide behind my fringe before answering, "You—you don't know me." He raised an eyebrow at me, "Are you sure?"
"Y-yeah, we haven't met before. I have to go," I yanked my arm away from his grasp and left quickly, without looking back.
I thought that was the end of my bad luck. However that afternoon, my lucky stars decide to betray me once again. I was in the library, checking out the book I need for my report on ancient civilizations, when a very familiar boy beside me asked the librarian for the same book. Oh god, please let there be more copies. But thanks to my luck, there was none. Jonghyun groaned in disappointment and complained, "But I need that book for my history paper."
"I'm sorry, but he's already checking out this last copy," the librarian waved my book in front of Jonghyun's face and that was when the older boy finally noticed my presence beside him. I really want to strangle that stupid librarian.
I desperately avoided his eyes, hoping that Jonghyun would just let this pass and come back when more copies of the book are available. His face was blank for a moment before recognition flashed in his eyes. "You!" he pointed at me with an unbelieving expression. I gulped. Don't tell me he knows? Oh god, please no. He can't know that I'm Taeyeon. I hurriedly took the book from the librarian and made my way out. However, Jonghyun followed me.
"Hey, wait, you!"
Walk, walk, just keep on walking. Don't look back.
"Banana boy!" I stopped dead on my tracks. What did he just call me?
"Banana boy! You're that guy earlier right? The one who spilled banana milk on me?"
Oh. Oh. Oh. "Uhm, right that's me." He doesn't know. I breathed a sigh of relief.
He smiled brightly, "Good. Look, I really need that book for my report."
"But I need it for my report as well. It's due tomorrow," I said hesitantly.
"Mine is due tomorrow too. So how about, we do our reports together?"
"No way!" I screamed and Jonghyun's eyebrows shot up in surprise, disappearing under his fringe. I tried to regain my cool, but stuttered anyway, "I... I... just... I mean, we can't do it together. I have to go home now. My mom's worried." Of course that's a lie. That last time I received a call from my parents was about three weeks ago. They never worry about me. But just to get Jonghyun off my back, I said it.
"Then, I can do my report at your place. Please? I really need to finish my report tonight," he begged. "And besides, you owe me for ruining my shirt." I cringed at that, knowing that there's no way out. He's playing the guilt trip on me so I would have to agree. I heaved a deep sigh and nodded reluctantly. He whooped in delight and followed me out of the school gates and to my house.
I'm so fucking doomed.
"I'm Jonghyun by the way," he said, skipping happily ahead of me.
I couldn't utter a single word.
---
Jonghyun was surprisingly talkative as we walked home. Of course, I know he talks a lot, but that's when I have my fake boobs on. He never talks to me when I'm Lee Taemin. I'm not used to it. Right now though, he never ran out of topic to discuss with me. I nodded my head here and there just to show that I'm listening but deep inside, my heart is beating fast in worry. What if I slipped up and said something that would expose me? No, I need to keep my mouth shut as much as possible. But it's not like I didn't enjoy the sound of Jonghyun's voice. I enjoyed it way too much, in fact. I could listen to him talk all day and I would never be bored. How can a mere mortal have such a heavenly voice?
Oh right, he's Adonis after all.
Anyway, when we arrived home, I couldn't help but feel a little bit embarrassed at how messy my place is. Of course, what would you expect from a boy who was practically abandoned by his parents? Dirty dishes piled up in the sink, rotting food on the table, clothes scattered everywhere, dusts accumulating in every nook and cranny there is—you get the picture.
As soon as I unlocked the door, I dashed inside and picked up all the mess I can find, dumping them somewhere my guest can't see. It was futile though because Jonghyun saw my attempt and he just chuckled, quite amused.
"I thought you live with your mom. Where is she?"
Oh right. The little lie I told him. Shit.
"She... uhm... She's out... probably. At the grocery."
"But doesn't she clean up around here?"
"Huh? Uh, no. She's uhm, quite busy," I stuttered, hurriedly dragging him up to my room to get his attention off the mess.
However, my bedroom is in a worse state than the living room. "Whoa! How can someone live in here? Are you a caveman or something?" He said with nothing but pure amusement in his eyes.
Oh my god. I was so embarrassed that I just lowered my head and muttered an apology. Jonghyun sat on the bed (which hasn't been made in like three weeks and god is that my soiled boxers sticking out of the corner?) and pulled out a laptop from his bag. "It doesn't matter, banana boy. Come on, get the book out and let's get started. I want to finish early."
"Oh right, the book. I left my bag downstairs. Wait for me," I said, quickly leaving the room. When I got back, Jonghyun is already busy typing on his laptop. I handed him the book and he flipped through the pages, stopping here and there, before going back to type on his laptop.
When I realized that I was staring at him way too long, my cheeks flushed and I forced myself to bring out my own laptop as well and start my report. We worked silently for the next two hours –or rather, Jonghyun worked while I was creeping on him, subtly of course. The way he bit his lower lip while silently thinking of what to write next, the way his tongue would dart out and when he flips through the book, the way he would mutter under his breath as he types his report, the way he would ran his fingers through his hair in frustration when he can't think of what to write next –all of these didn't go unnoticed by me. God, he's so perfect.
Jonghyun cleared his throat and that's when I realized that I'm almost drooling while staring at him. Way to be subtle, Lee Taemin.
"What?" Jonghyun asked in amusement and the only witty reply I can say is, "Huh?"
"You were staring at me. Is there something on my face?"
"Uh, n-nothing."
"Okay. So if there's nothing, then are you a creeper who has a big crush on me?" he said with a small smirk on his lips.
My heart stopped beating for a moment before I shrieked, "WHAT? NO!!! OF COURSE NOT. WHAT EVEN MADE YOU THINK THAT WAY?"
Jonghyun laughed with a playful glint in his eyes, "I was just kidding, no need to be so defensive about it."
"Oh."
He stretched out his arms and yawned loudly, "Anyway, I'm done. I better get going."
"You're going now?" I asked with a small pout. When I realized that I sounded like a whiny little girl, I had a mental urge to bang my head against the nearest hard surface. Thankfully, Jonghyun didn't notice my rather girly outburst. He just nodded his head absentmindedly and proceeded to keep his laptop inside his bag. He was about to leave, when he stopped on his way out of my bedroom and pointed at the direction of my closet. I followed his finger and gasped when I saw what he was looking at.
A sleeveless top. Sequined sleeveless top. The sequined sleeveless top I wore last night. Shit.
"That top looks familiar."
"Oh, no! Uhm... it's... it's not mine! It's my sister's. That's right!" fuck, I'm stuttering.
Jonghyun raised an eyebrow at me and chuckled, "I didn't ask if it's yours. Unless you're into crossdressing," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and I could only blush, "but someone I know wore the same thing. Maybe it's popular with the girls."
"Y-yeah, maybe."
"Anyway, I'm going now," he glanced at his watch, "Oh shit look at the time! I'm meeting someone tonight. I can't be late."
"Someone?"
"Yeah, this pretty girl I met at the bar the other night. I wanted to finish my report early so I can go meet her." He looked straight into my eyes and I couldn't help but glance away after a beat or two. Damn those eyes are piercing my very soul.
"Oh," I muttered under my breath, not really sure what more to say.
"I can't wait to see her. Thanks again for the book. Bye, banana boy!" Jonghyun left with a bright smile on his face.
That smile.
It was different.
He's obviously happy to see her tonight. I mean, me. But not really me because he thinks Taeyeon and I are two different people. Yeah.
My gaze fell on the sleeveless top sitting innocently in one corner of the room.
Banana boy. He calls me banana boy. He didn't bother to ask for my real name.
"So what's your name?" he asked as he handed me a bright blue drink.
"Why should I tell you my name?" I put on a husky edge to my voice and as soon as I spoke, I felt Jonghyun shivering under my touch. Oh.
"Because I just bought you a drink. I guess you can tell me your name as a way of saying thanks."
Everything is so different when I'm Taeyeon. I chuckled bitterly. Of course, things would be different when I'm a girl. What am I even thinking, that Kim Jonghyun would fall for a measly Lee Taemin?
Of course not.
I grabbed my boots, pink mini-dress and fake boobs, finally coming to a decision. I'm going to keep up this little charade. Jonghyun would never bother knowing me as Lee Taemin anyway. I would always be Banana Boy for him. And I doubt if he would even remember this little banana boy after a day or two.
However when I'm hiding under the mask of Lee Taeyeon, I can at least put a bright smile on his face.
And seeing that smile is all I really need.
