PG [Fluff]
(A really late birthday story for our maknae.)
What's a birthday without presents?
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"Happy birthday!" Aimee sings as Taemin steps into the living room. She puts down her magazine.
"Thanks," Taemin says, surprised.
"Hold on, I have things for you. Important things." Aimee hops off of the couch with more energy than Taemin's ever seen. "Here, fool." She shoves something in Taemin's face.
"Wow," Taemin says. He's never seen a bouquet that big. "How many red roses are in here?"
"Twenty-something." Aimee shrugs.
Taemin takes a look at the bottle that she's skillfully places in his other hand. Perfume. Carefully placing the roses on the couch, he uncaps the bottle. The perfume smells quite expensive, muskier and nicer than regular, thirty-dollar Target perfumes.
Taemin glances back at the roses. Perfume. Roses. Coming of age day gifts. Of course.
"Hey, what about the third-" His words are muffled by Aimee's lips on his. Taemin nearly drops the perfume bottle in surprise. Closing his eyes, he kisses her back and wraps his arms around her waist to pull her closer.
Once they pull apart, Aimee dives onto the couch, narrowly missing the roses on the armrest. "Now that that's done, you wanna do anything?" She picks up the magazine.
Taemin grins. "That dive is a 9." Aimee frowns. "Okay, a 10." She smiles happily. "And no, I don't really wanna go anywhere." Taemin sets the perfume down on the table and climbs onto the couch, laying his head in Aimee's lap and snuggling closer to her.
"This is fine."
