Give It! {JongTae}

Give It!

"Baby...please don't leave me, I- I I need you, you can't do this!!" The Caucasian man proclaims to his foreign wife.

"But honey!! It just won't work...we are too different" The woman sobs as she places her final kiss on the man's chapped, trembling lips, tears streaming down her face, and a damp handkerchief in her hand.

"My love!!!! Nooooo!!" The man screams as the woman boards her plane, pulling her luggage alongside her as she weeps quietly.

A security guard holds the man back as he tries to run past the barrier, trying to reach out to his love. He screams but she's already gone.

Taemin looks completely absorbed in this crappy movie, starring at the screen intently as he chews on his lower lip, he looks like he might cry, and yet he somehow remains stoic. He purses his lips together as he watches the plane depart from the airport and shakes his head as he sees the man leave the boarding area.

Personally I've never liked dramas or romance movies, all they do is remind me of how lonely I am. I can't stand seeing all the happy couples, having their love mirrored back to them, meanwhile I sit here- an unrequited loser.

It's been ages since I first started being interested in Taemin as more than a band mate, or a close friend. At first I thought it was just deep respect for him. He's smart, charismatic, motivated and passionate, who wouldn't be impressed by the guy?

But then, things started happening. I noticed things that had been there all along. At first it was subtle changes, minor variables that caused my heart, and head to become flustered. Suddenly I found myself floundering in visions and flashes of Taemin. The way he spoke- shyly and timid, but also eager and excited, like he had a million different things to share but was also worried at the response. His breathtaking passion for everything single thing he does. He tries so hard and never takes no for an answer, always wanting to get the best outcome and please everyone around him. He does so much and expects hardly anything in return.

Well there goes my heart rate again, I'm hardly halfway finished recalling the reasons why I'm in love with Taemin and I'm already experiencing palpitations.

I clear my throat, trying to calm myself down, hoping Taemin doesn't notice my growing frustration. I look over at him and he's still watching the T.V with a blank face, soft black hair falling into his delicate eyes, Adam's apple bobbing when he swallows, eyes blinking slowly, moisturizing his beautiful eyeballs- I mean, anyways.

There are a million things I could ramble on about, a billion more things my body could express. He is so much, so diverse, I couldn't ever get tired of him, maybe tired of kissing him, or thrusting into him- wait, no. No. Now I'm not a shallow person, but how could I not bring up the ethereal, otherworldly, magical beauty that defines his whole body? I'm so shaken, so flustered, so taken aback that whatever overlord watches over us, was able to create Taemin. The thought of Taemin, Taemin Taemin Taemin Taemin Tae- I mean, no.

His beautiful inky-black hair, it's soft like Kashmir. His eyes, his lashes that flutter softly as he observes the world around him. Dare I mention his lips, his blushing pilgrims, the soft and slick slabs of liquid porcelain. The tulips upon his mouth. The beautiful petals, their delicate shape, his unique Cupid's bow; his lips are so pure and beautiful yet all they make me want to do is sin.

His physique, oh his body, his lanky frame, his soft skin; the way he moves. Every single thing about him.

"Hyung!" Taemin shouts at me with a confused look on his face. I jump out of my muted state and look at him. He looks so concerned. Aww.. He looks so cute and adorable and loveable and sweet and caring and- Ahhg no!.