TAEMIN'S TWIN.

Chapter 4

The next day, I went to SM with Taemin to start learning choreography and lyrics. They decided to keep me a secret and wait until we actually performed the songs to reveal me.
In the first song, Mirror (kekeke get it, Taemin and I were like a mirror image), Taemin was going to go in first and sing like he was just doing another solo and then I was to come out and start singing. I was supposed to come out rather excitingly too.

"Hey Taemin." I heard Minho say behind me. "Catch." I turned and caught whatever it was Minho had chucked to me, it was banana milk, and rolled my eyes.
"Thanks Minho, but once again, I'm am not Taemin." Minho blushed.
"Sorry, I keep doing that. " I chucked the banana milk back. "It's the hair, now that yours is dyed it's even harder to tell you apart. "
"One day you'll get it." I said.
"Hopefully..." He said. "Bye, then. And sorry. "
"It's alright. " I said as he walked off.
"Taecyeon!!" Onew cried. "Come get chicken with me!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction of the exit.
"I'm not sure if I can go right now." I said. I tried to pull away but Onew huffed and picked me up bridal style.
"You're coming to me to get chicken. Your hyung commands it." He said, carrying me outside. A few girls squealed and giggled when they saw us. I rolled my eyes, knowing they were mistaking me for Taemin.
"Don't worry, Taecyeon." Onew said. I looked up at him in confusion.
"Don't worry about what?" I asked. He looked down at me and smiled.
"Even if they can't tell the difference between you and Taemin, your hyung will always be able to. " He said. I laughed.
"That's good."
"It's because I have a special chicken-lover sensor built in me so I can tell you love chicken more than Taemin so you must be Taecyeon. Because you're my chicken loving buddy." He said. It was true, Onew and I had become close quickly through our shared love of chicken. My love of it couldn't match Onew's but it was close.
"Thanks Onew." I said. "And you can put me down if you want, I won't run away. " Onew shook his head.
"I can't be bothered putting you down. I'm too lazy." I shook my head, the height of laziness. Being too lazy to stop doing work.
I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out.
Where are you? Taemin texted. I smiled.
Being carried like a bride to Mexicana Chicken. Onew's idea of a honeymoon.
More like his idea of heaven.
No, his idea of heaven would be a never ending supply of chicken.
"Who're you texting?" Onew asked.
"Taemin. " I said. Onew nodded.
"Do they want you back?" I shrugged, a slightly difficult thing to do when being carried bridal style.
"He didn't say. He just asked where I was. "
Bring back some chicken for us.
"He wants us to bring them chicken. "
"We do not share our chicken with people who do not worship the chicken." He said. I rolled my eyes.
I'll try.
"Ok." I said. Onew then stopped suddenly.
"Heaven. " He cried, dropping me and running to the store. I stood up, rubbing my sore backside, and smiled. So Taemin was right. I quickly ran to catch up with Onew.

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