Strangers ~ A Taemin Fic

Chapter 14

     He removes his hands from the rail to straighten out his white cuffs peeking out from his black suit. I was surprised to see no originality in his attire.

     He begins to slowly walk towards the stairs lining the opposite wall. Guilt washed over me at the sight of his cold expression scanning the room. My heels are heard clicking against the marble floor drowning in the sea of chatter. I couldn't let myself just stand there when I had let him down.

     I meet the stairs, beginning my way up them so he didn't have to make the move down. "Taemin...I am so sorry," I begin, swallowing hard in an attempt to wash away the guilt, only making it come back stronger. "It wasn't my plan: to hurt you."

     "It's fine. I'm glad you're here now," he shrugs, buttoning one button on his coat before passing me. His scent trailed behind him, hitting me with little wind and causing tears to begin to fill my eyes.

     I hear him quickly take the steps down to the main floor, except, instead of joining the others on the ground, he takes the next fight of stairs opposite to me up once again to the upper floor. It was his attempt to avoid me, and he sure succeeded.

     "He really does like you, y'know," a voice behind me says. I slowly pivot around to find Baekhyun sipping from a glass of champagne. "I don't think he's ever been this passionate towards a girl. And he's handling it well."

     My eyebrows furrow, allowing a tear to accidentally fall. I quickly catch it with a swipe of the finger and clear my throat. "What d'you mean 'handling it well?'" I reply, glancing up to find the blonde entering an unknown room.

     He cocks a brow at my question. "His music videos and music say it all. Hyung will love a girl with so much passion if she's worth it and you've been qualified for awhile now," is all he says before raising the glass and chugging the rest. From there, he walks back down, leaving me once again.

     'Love a girl with so much passion?' I repeat in my mind, catching a glimpse of the door once again. It was then I did what I needed to do from the start.

     I hurry down the steps and up the next flight before marching towards the door he escaped through. At the door, I quickly open it and slip in, making sure no one down below saw me.

     The room was dim, and all that could be seen was a grand piano and a wall of mirrors. It was definitely a practice room, or perhaps even a performance hall for ballet.

     The only light shown was the moonlight beaming through the balcony window where he stood, his jacket off and his arms crossed. I slowly make my way over to him, each step creating an echo in the room.

     "Taemin...please forgive me," I murmur, stopping inches away from his back. I raise a hand, placing it on his shoulder. He jolts at my touch, not expecting the sudden intimacy I was willing to give in this moment.

     "I've already forgiven you, Yuki. What more do you want?" He replies in an icy tone that sent chills down my spine. His head whips to one side in order to meet my gaze.

     Slowly circling around him so I now stood in front, my hands naturally place themselves on his arms and chest. His head was lowered while I stood directly beneath him. Even my heels didn't make me much taller.

     I feel his heart pounding in his chest, our faces incredibly close like last time. "You," I breathe, wrapping his tie in my fist and pulling it at an angle that allowed his lips to meet mine.

     He gives in immediately, holding my waist with both arms in case I were to suddenly depart. I deepen the kiss by wrapping my arms around his neck, standing on my tip toes to reach his height.

     His kisses travel to my jaw where I felt the sharp pain of a love bite in the making. My pounding heart and breathless self cause me to squirm at his love and eventually gasp his name.

     That was when he pulled away. Letting go of my waist and almost pushing me away as if I was a drug. He turns around, heaving a heavy sigh in defeat.

     "I can't, Yuki. You're far too young and...I'm not sure if I'll be able to control myself," he says in a low tone that sounded almost like a growl. I could hear people outside cheering to the sudden one minute left until release.

     I step back a few feet aways. My feet kick off my heels, allowing myself to return to my normal height. I then gaze helplessly at the back of him before slowly unbuttoning the red jewels on my corset that went with the blouse underneath.

     He turns around at my sudden silence to find me throwing the corset of the ground and pulling the ribbon of the blouse on my back. The fabric hangs loose to my body, and he watches with intensity.

     The blouse slips off of my smooth skin to the hardwood floor. I could hear our breath in the silence, except for the shouting of the countdown outside this very room. I watch as his eyes slowly survey my figure in a red, laced bra. His back straightens and his arms cross impatiently. I was giving him permission to gaze upon something I hated. This was the most I could give.

     "3, 2, 1," is heard shouted downstairs before the entire venue begins to play Criminal. It was at a reasonable volume in the room we were in. I decided to use that to my advantage.

     I circle him once again, ecstasy and lust taking over my body and making it want nothing but passionate love. I mouth the words and perform bits and pieces of the dance, making sure to overdo my body rolls now that I was in only a bra and pants.

     His hands begin to unbutton his white undershirt to reveal his tone body underneath. I almost gasp at the sight of his figure, urning to touch me. "La la la, la la lala la," I sing, going back up to him and tracing every curve of his muscles with the tip of my finger.

     "Yuki, I warn you..." he grunts as I perform the portion where I crawl my fingers up his neck. We reenact that scene as if we were on set, although this desire was true.

     "Please, Taemin...take me."