Strangers ~ A Taemin Fic

Chapter 11

I lean in as he does the same, our lips meeting in the middle in a kiss. His other arm wraps around me, pulling me close while my hands found his face and his hair. My fingers slipped through the silky, dirty blonde as he parted for air before kissing me again.

I wanted to kiss him forever, not caring if the cars passing left and right saw us or anybody for that matter. I gasp, however, as his hand going down to my bum, putting me a place that scared me.

My eyes shot open and I pull away at the uneasiness I was experiencing. "Yuki? Did I do something wrong?" He asks, his hands holding my forearms as I blink my mind back to reality. I shake my head, pushing away a few stray tears and slowly pulling my arms away from his grasp.

"I'm sorry, but I should be home before curfew," I murmur, swinging my bag over my shoulder and slipping past him towards the dorms. I felt bad for leaving him on the sidewalk, but my body didn't understand who was touching me this time. I had lost all trust in love, which broke my shattered heart impossibly more.

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"You what?!" Wooseok exclaims, his jaw dropped for a split second before snapping shut and staring foreword in almost anger. "What an immature thing to do."

"Immature is not the word to excuse your jealousy, Kim Wooseok," I shake my head at his stupid behavior. Sometimes I wondered if he was always this protective to all the girls he met, or was it just me?

"Right, even tho you've been here for 7 years, you still talk like a rich person," he mutters.

The makeup artist gently applies the colors to my lid while Wooseok huffed in his chair, his makeup artist hair-spraying the living hell out of his hair. "I don't know why you're upset. He didn't hurt me."

"Right, that's not my point," he snaps, his makeup artist jolting back in fear before hesitantly continuing. "This guy is too old for you."

"It's a 6 year difference. Get over it," I shake my head once again.

My eyepatch was placed over the naked eye and my mask hung around my chin as I waited for the others to finish up. I wore a red, long sleeve that was actually a crop top that cut a diamond shape over my entire stomach. Red mesh covered most of my skin and attached to the skirt as well. My favorite part had to be the knee high, leather boots. They were definitely Taemin at a first glance.

"The fact that he kissed you makes me feel uncomfortable to see you in such an outfit," he whispers, walking beside me towards the set covered in green tape markers for the complicated choreo. "I think this is terrible idea."

"Well, lucky for you, I'm not pursuing him back. So, drop the subject already," I scoff, the other dancers joining the set. I catch Jun shooting me a glare; the eyepatch not posing as an obstacle for the insulting gesture.

"Why does your mask look so much better than mine?" Yoora frowns as she clicks her heels over to me. I shrug, noticing the few missing rhinestones that was sure to not make a huge difference in the video.

My eye suddenly catches Taemin in the corner, approaching the set with such grace. It was then did I notice his grey hair that must've been dyed last night to capture it's vibrant color for today.

"Let's start with the chorus. Three shots at least," the director says over the intercom. We all make our way to our position on the green tape, Taemin joining the set shortly after. He shoots me a quick smile at the sight of me a couple feet away from his marker.

We danced our hearts out every take, knowing that this would have to be perfect to be posted on YouTube. We wouldn't be allowed to see the entire thing until it's release, but rewatching some scenes and examining ourselves was fun to watch.

I couldn't stop gazing at Taemin from behind the camera, glancing between him on the screen and him on the set. He moved with such style, something no other soloist has moved to. He was almost robotic yet graceful at the same time.

We filmed some behind the scenes, mostly just of him though because it was his music video. He would point me out specifically here and there and even made me take a picture with him.

"No...are you crazy? This MV is for you and only you," I murmur close to him, my hand pulling my mask down so he could read my lips better.

"Which is why I demand a picture with you for the photo book," he replies. We were both on set, messing around a bit while we were on break.

"Photo book," I repeat, scoffing at his words. "The last thing your fans want is a random picture of a background dancer with their oppar," I snicker, his eyes rolling at the term.

"Never say that again," he jokes while I laughed my heart out quietly to myself. "I need a photocard picture. Take one of me," he says, handing me the camera they always gave the idols on set to take random videos and pictures with.

He shoves his hands in his pockets and flips his grey hair to one side. Parting his lips, his holds an innocent yet seductive look that his fans loved about him. I snap a few pictures before handing back to him.

"Hey, excuse me!" He calls out to a nearby staff member. "Can you take a quick picture of us? I'll have to remember this moment I get to dance with the infamous Yuki." He unexpectedly wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me up to him. I almost pull away at the sight of Jun talking with Yoora in the corner, but don't at the presence of the director.

"You want to just smile or go with the MV story?" He asks, turning to face me, our eyes both patched with opposite colors that glowed at one another. Slipping my mask back on, I agree to both.

We smile at first, our bodies incredibly close to one another before going to a pose to fit the photo book's theme. He loosely held me by my thin waist, turning his head to the side while I tried to get him to look at me. My gloved hand holding his neck while I held a wicked expression.

The picture came out so good, I was beginning to enjoy this lifestyle with him.