Strangers ~ A Taemin Fic

Chapter 21

     After dressing ourselves up in something reasonable, we go downstairs to find Baekhyun, Ten, Mark, Lucas, Taeyong and Kai all at the counter enjoying the sushi Taemin had ordered.

     "None of you have respect towards your hyung, huh?" Taemin says, their heads turning to find me approaching them at his side.

     "I'm still older," Baekhyun muffles with a large bite in his mouth.

     "Well well, so those were moans after all," Lucas chuckles, Taeyong and Mark erupting in laughter at the sight of my cheeks reddening. "I must say, Hyung, I'm surprised you picked a girl 6 years younger than you."

     I furrow my eyebrows at that statement. "How did you know my age?" I ask, his eyes glancing back at me as he chews a roll of sashimi. Holding up his phone, there was my profile picture and description pulled up on Google.

     "Creep," Taemin scoffs jokingly before taking my hand and leading me around the island where a few more chairs were still open. I take a seat beside him and Ten. He pulls up roll of sushi for me while the others continued on the subject of our relationship.

     "All of you better not say a word to anyone. Managers won't be happy with this second year contractor dating an idol," he warns them, Mark and Taeyong still holding in their smiles beside one another.

     "Do you know us, Hyung Taemin?" Baekhyun chuckles, picking up a sashimi and placing it before Taemin's lips. "We've kept so many secrets from the managers. Trust your leader when I say this one will be kept with all the others," he says, Taemin taking the bite while I begin to dig into my own food.

     "Why're you at my house again?" He muffled in between chews.

     "Because, hyung," Mark begins, pulling out a bottle of champagne with a smirk across his tiny lips. "You've hit a personal record in views and likes, which I think deserves some alcohol."

     "And, I'll be going," I suddenly announce, hopping down from the bar stool and tying my hair up as I make my way over to my clothes folded on the couch.

     "You can stay, love. We don't mind," Kai shrugs as Mark begins to rummage every cabinet for crystals.

     "Yeah, you all are leaving and will be celebrating with the rest of the staff tomorrow like everyone else," Taemin cuts in, gently nudging everyone and shooing them away from the kitchen and towards the door.

     "Ah, I see," Mark laughs, two crystal glasses in his hands along with the bottle of champagne. "Y'all will be fucking again. We get it, we get it."

     "Shut up, Mark," Baekhyun snaps, taking one more bite before leading himself out. "Sorry for the disturbance, hyung. Truly proud of you though."

     "But Taeyong parked right in front of me. Now I have to wait for Lucas to drive away and he's so slow," Ten complains, trudging outside with a keychain of keys in his hand.

     "Don't you complain. Kai and Baekhyun both trapped me!" Mark goes on until all that's as heard was overlapping complaints before the door is slammed.

     "Sorry about that, Yuki," he says as he rounds the corner back into the kitchen to find me leaning against the black, leather sofa.

     "I could've just left. I don't want to pull you away from your friends now," I chuckles, my arms crossed but a clean smile swept across my face.

     "They're all immature but have their moments," he chuckles, taking my arms and pulling them out of the knot across my chest. "I'd rather spend it with the person that made it happen anyways."

     I scoff jokingly at the words as he grabs the remote from the glass coffee table and points it at the flat screen bolted to the marble wall. "That was all you, Taemin. You're the one that spent days and nights sharing your image with the director. I'm just a background dancer."

     "And yet..." he pauses as he searches Criminal on YouTube before pressing the first response. "You're so much more to me, so you must not be JUST a background dancer." He slowly circles me, just as I had done to him in the ballet studio back at the venue.

     He was singing "la la la" under his breath...just as I did. I press my lips together, spreading my legs slightly and raising my "cuffed" arms up as I begin to dance to the choreo. I break away from his seductive circle and dance to myself on the screen.

     "Gosh, why do I look so bad?" I laugh, holding a hand to my mouth. I follow every move, Taemin watching from the backrest of the couch as I do so.

     "I have no idea what you are talking about," he shrugs, his arms crossed and his eyes not taking themselves off of me. "You're teasing me again," he points as I overdo everything once again.

     It was like watching a dance practice when I used to learn his songs for fun a few years ago. Never would I think I'd be doing it again only in his house with him as my boyfriend. I felt like I was in my own k-drama.

     "I'm trying to copy you, show off," I chuckle, quickly unbuttoning two buttons just as he had in the video to make it more realistic. I hear him laugh at my behavior, clearly enjoying the sight he was seeing. "Oh Taemin, your duality is something else, I tell you," I shake my head as I recreate the crawl up his neck by myself.

     "It's my job," he laughs, grasping my arm that was shoved back his way and in his reach. He spins me once so I landed in his arms. There, he improvises and comes up with a duet for the original choreo. "And you're making it difficult."

     "I can only imagine," I murmur in a sarcastic tone. "You're life must be soooooo hard," I sigh as his hands held my lower back where I arched it, throwing my head back as he began kissing my collar bone.

     "Ruin me more," he mutters in my skin along with the song. My lips spread fully into a grin as I felt and heard nothing but him. And that's how I wanted it to be.