Strangers ~ A Taemin Fic

Chapter 12

"우아해 날 해치는 criminal," he sings, the camera following his every move with all 6 of us in the background. I felt the in sync sensation we brought to the camera, for every crew member couldn't help but watch us perform the scene over and over again.

I couldn't help but fall in love with the scene of me getting to touch his collarbone and then his neck more and more. Every time I did it, I could feel myself slightly wanting to inch further, but my mind stopped me. As much as I wanted something I could never obtain, my body couldn't trust him.

"It's Yuki again. She was working so hard today and I'm very proud for her becoming my main dancer," he tells the people on his phone screen that was pointing right at me sipping some water. 'He must be in a live.' I show a subtle smile and wave. "Come on, we need more than that."

"What do you want me to do?" I chuckle, screwing the cap back on and sliding my mask over my mouth to hide my grin.

"Do the chorus but aegyo," he challenges. My eyes widen at his request. With my hand son my hips, I blink away in thought before sighing in defeat.

"This is so hard," I giggle trying to body roll while holding up two finger hearts and then cupping my own cheeks. "You try!" I snap as he laughs behind screen.

"Alright," he laughs, handing me the phone where I begin to film him. I watch as he does almost exactly what I did only cuter because his duality was incredible. "See?! Easy! You're just bad at it," he laughs taking back the phone and aiming it so we both fit in frame. "No but actually, she's a very talented dancer and I love having her on set," he says to the millions of hearts and comments scrolling at the bottom of his screen.

"I have pictures in like two minutes," I point out, holding my mask down as the other dancers take their individual pictures for magazines and media platforms. "Also, stop complimenting me."

"No no, we aren't dating. I don't even know if our contract would allow that," he says to the screen, completely dodging my request. My eyes widen though as I move off screen and he travels around the set to show his fans.

'Great...I swear to god, if the media takes that and turns it into some type of rumor, Jun is gonna release those pictures.'

~

I got home feeling exhausted. My hair was sticky and gross from shooting and my face felt oily from the hours of excessive makeup. "That was much harder than when we did Baekhyun's Candy video," Yoora sighs, recalling the time I was the lead dancer for his video as well. I actually got a lot of hate for the way they filmed him looking me up and down.

     "I loved that video," I sigh, plopping down on the beige couch that felt like a cloud in my hazed state. My eyes close as I deeply exhale in comfort.

     "Of course you did," Talia giggles, taking a blanket and throwing it over me. "Better get some sleep before the release day tomorrow."

     I shoot up at her words. "They're gonna release it tomorrow?! We just filmed today," I point out, my half opened eyes staring blankly at her.

     "Well, Taemin's a much more popular choice than Baekhyun," her brows raise in shock from my reaction. "Which I still find weird because Baekhyun is so young and beautiful. I mean, I remember watching Taemin on tv as a 12 year old and if that doesn't say anything then..."

     "Shut up, Talia," Yoora chimes in. "She has a fling with him and you're bringing her down when we're supposed to pushing her more towards him."

     "I don't...like him like that," I yawn, falling back down on the couch and closing my eyes. "Besides...he kissed me first," I breathe, their movements coming to a sudden halt followed by a gasp from Talia standing beside me.

     "Kiss? He's 6 years older than you..."

     I couldn't reply though, for that was the last I remember before falling asleep.

~

     The next day, my mind raced at the sudden announcement of a release party. We were all to go to a venue where the main attraction was watching the countdown to his music video that has been on hold for...a few hours.

     The managers explained about the fans and his contract needing the album to be released faster than expected in order to fulfill the contracts requirements. I found it a bit absurd. I could only imagine how he felt to half ass his art like that.

     "And you don't think the blue one suits you, correct?" My mind flashes back to reality to find myself aimlessly staring at the costume designer in my dorm.

     "Yes, sorry. I um think I can manage without an over-the-top dress. The party's not for me anyways," I say, standing up from my couch and pulling out my phone as Talia and Yoora both discuss their dresses.

     The front door suddenly opens to reveal another designer with a large, gold foiled box in her arms. "Forgive me, ladies. Mr. Lee Taemin has asked me to give this to Miss Tanaka Yuki," she says, opening the box before me to reveal a red, silky two piece.

"Oh my lord," Yoora gasps, clasping her mouth at the sight. I slowly raise my hands to lift up the beautiful material from its container.

It was a red blouse that was attached to a visible corset that buttoned in the front. Black, leather pants, like from the music video, lay in the bottom as well as a pair of red heels. The long, flowing sleeves of the shirt ran against my skin comfortably.

"He also asked me to give you this note," she adds, holding up a white card. Taking it in my free hand, I open it to reveal beautiful, hand written Japanese. 'Oh Taemin, you didn't.'
I know you won't wear a dress so I picked this out for you. I apologize in advance for my poor Japanese ;) Love, Taemin