Introvert | Lee Taemin

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Walking with Him.

It was so awkward.
Neither of us spoke.
I just followed slowly behind him.
As he led the way.

We ended up walking into a rich neighbourhood.
There were big cars,
big cars and
big houses.
Almost every property had a swimming pool and was at least 4 storeys high.

We stopped in front of a huge modern 4 storey house.

"We're here."

My eye widened.
This is his house??

He then placed his thumb on the finger print scanner and the gate opened by itself.
He had a huge front yard,
1 ferari,
1 lambo,
1 range rover.
Kill me.

He opened the door which led us to his living room.
It was huge.
A big leather sofa,
big chandeliers,
expensive paintings.

"Make yourself comfortable."

He turned and smiled at me.

I've never stepped into such a luxurious home before.
Never thought I would ever.

We then went up to his room.
On the 4th floor.
It was huge.

"Your house is so big! Your room is so big and spacious too.. Wow."

I said while I looked around his room.
He had many medals and trophies.
Looks like he did sports too.
Basketball.

"It may be big but it's always empty."

He took off his shirt and sat on his bed.
I couldn't help but stare.
He had such a toned muscular body,
all that from dancing?

"What do you mean?"

I stuttered.

"I'm always home alone. So it gets pretty lonely sometimes."

"You're blushing. It's cute."

He smirked.
I felt my face getting hotter and redder,
I quickly covered my face.

Home alone?
In such a big awesome house?
Yes please.

We then sat on the floor,
just because his rug was comfortable as hell.
We took out our stationaries
and began discussing and working on our project.

"So tell me a bit about yourself."

He laid on his side and stared at me.
I tried to avoid eye contact,
why am I becoming the shy one now?!

"Well, my life isn't that interesting. I have an older sister, I like to play sports and I love to eat ice cream."

Unknowingly I was smiling to myself,
he must think that I'm crazy

"What about you?"

"Hmm, you know I was from Busan right? My dad died in a car accident when I was 12. Everything after that became downhill, my mom started to use his money and waste it on a lot of unnecessary things like this house."

I became silent.

"We moved to Seoul because my mom likes the night life here and she usually gets herself drunk at clubs to forget all her worries."

Taemin had his head down.
He fiddled with his pen.

"I'm so sorry."

I said, I felt so bad for him.

"Nah, it's okay. Things are slowly getting better I guess? I'm starting to open up more here which is a good thing."

He smiled.
He's such a strong person,
able to accept everything at such a young age,
I bet his mom is usually not home,
going clubbing and all.
That's why he said he gets lonely.
I guess he expresses his feelings through dancing,
when no words can describe his pain.

"Tell me about other things! Like your interests and all that."

I smiled,
trying to change the subject.

"Okay, uhh I started dancing at the age of 5 as I saw Michael Jackson dancing on TV and got really inspired, I also played sports like basketball."

—

3 hours later, we decided to take a break.

"So how's your wrist? Is it getting better?"

"Yea I guess, it still kinda hurts when I touch or move it."

"What actually happened? I don't think it can be that serious just from a fall.."

"N-nothing, I just fell."

I guess he fell from playing basketball.

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