Love Triangle | Taeyong/Jaehyun X Reader

He knows

You could barely sleep, you couldn't stop thinking about Jaehyun calling you noona. Your heart would beat a little faster every time you thought about that.

After a while, you finally fell asleep beacuse you were really tired.

***

In the morning, the first thing you had to do was go to your boss. You had to tell him how the photoshooting went, and how they behaved when they were in public. You also told him that they practiced more and he was pleased to hear that.

Then you had some free time, so you decided to go shopping.
You walked in one of those kawaii shops that have cute stuff that you really want but don't need.
You bought an adorable pinkish bunny pillow and moved on to other shops, now focusing on finding some nice clothes.

You bought a new pair of jeans, a gray sweater and two shirts in pastel colors.
Then you spent some time in a caffe thinking about the whole situation. That 'noona' was still in your head for most of the time. How can Jaehyun be so sweet to you, while Taeyong is being so cold, showing no interest or emotions...

You looked at the time and by 2pm you had to be at work again.
It was now half past 1 so you stood up, payed the coffee and hurried to the SM building.

Your binder was always with you. You kept all the important papers, documents and your planner in it. Your next task was to visit the boys, and give your opinion about their final looks.

You entered the room, there were a lot of stylists, being busy with doing members' makeup and hairstyles.
You stared at a woman who was putting eyeshadow on Taeyong's eyelids.

You felt jealousy burning inside you at the sight of her touching his face, even if it was just with a brush.

You quickly shaked off all the negative thoughts and approved of their makeup.

The camera crew was ready to shoot some of the new MV parts for Simon Says.
You watched, sitting in the back,
being amazed.
And biaswrecked by everyone
multiple times.

You remembered that you actually had to take notes, so you quickly wrote a few things down; your opinions, things that you wanted to change, parts that stood out the most, overall experience...

When they were finished, the crew and all of the members went out of the room.
At least you thought so.

You opened your notebook and took some more notes, hoping that the boss will be more statisfied if you give him more information and opinions.

You heard footsteps, realising you weren't alone after all.

Taeyong walked up to a laptop near you and played a song. When you heard the first second of it, you froze as you recognised the song.

In front of a huge mirror, he started dancing to Whiplash. Every move he made was beyond perfect.

He's doing it on purpose, isn't he? - You thought to yourself, the fact that he made the choreography himself made you even more shocked.
He danced, alone, to Whiplash,
in front of you, LIVE!

You stared at him for 3 minutes and 20 seconds, that's how much the
song lasted.
You wished you could've recorded that, but you'll still never forget it anyway.

As he turned around, you pretended that you were just writing something down and looking at your phone.

"Did you like it? I know you did", his voice struck your poor heart.

"...I- uh, uhm it was......amazi- I mean it was proffesional with no mistakes, I wrote that down....", you tried your best to not get exposed.

"Oh please, do not lie to yourself, you enjoyed it as much as every fangirl would."

"B-b-but I'm not a fan, just a manag-..."

"Sure", the corners of his lips upturned, his expression turning into a smirk, "I know I'm secretly your bias".

"Taeyong-ssi oppa, you're so hot!!!", he teased you imitating your voice.
"I bet you were thinking that", he grinned.

You panicked: "What? Pff that's not tru-". He cut you off again, getting closer, not letting you speak any further: "If I'm your bias, there's no place for anyone else.
No other faves, like that sweetheart
of yours."

Is he referring to Jaehyun?

"I...I d-don't know who you're talking about", your hands started sweating.

He started walking away, "You know goddamn well who I am talking about", he looked at you over his shoulder, "Oh my sweet, dear manager". He closed the door and dissapeared.