Strangers ~ A Taemin Fic

Chapter 32

"Manager? I have a question about the award show," I hear Jun say to Manager Lee who was deep in conversion with another cameraman.

     "Ah, Jun," he turns around, taking the flash drive and giving it to the dancer. "Take that up to the editing booth, will you?" He says before turning back around and completely ignoring him. I watch as his mouth drops in frustration before stomping off towards the editors booth.

     "So," Talia starts, taking my arm and leading me to the practice room. "What did you guys do?" She asks, my shoulders shrugging in return.

     "I showed him a lot of Tokyo and we ate a lot," I reply, lightly scoffing at the memories of his trying all the tasty desserts and how much he loved them. Her face scrunches, clearly not satisfied by the answer given.

     "Right I'm just gonna ask it," she heavily sighs. "Did you two make love yet?" She whispers, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

     "If I give you the real answer will you stop asking me questions for the day?" I ask between clenched teeth.

     Her face brightens as she nods her head. Heaving a sigh, I nod. "Yes, many times, now don't ask again."

     She gasps before squealing like how most girls were supposed to react. "Aww, Yuki! You're in love!" She exclaims, throwing her arms around me just as I grab the doorknob of the practice room.

     "Jesus Christ..." I sigh. This is going to be a long day.

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     'Oh my god, could this go any slower?! I feel like throwing up!' I scream in the back of my mind as I hold my pose. My stomach felt awful today. I don't think I could dance like this any longer.

     "Right, you can break. We'll do it again," the choreographer says, my lungs releasing a shaky exhale. I gag once, allowing my senses to come to me.

     "I have to go to the bathroom!" I quickly shout, holding my mouth closed as I dart out of the room. I knew everyone was looking at me as I left in nothing but a tank top, leggings, and no shoes.

     Reaching the bathroom, I do end up vomiting in the nearest toilet. My heart and body were shaking from fear. I hated being sick , for it didn't happen often, but when it did, it was awful.

     But I shouldn't be sick. I had vaccines for Japan and everything. My mind suddenly goes blank at one possibility.

     'You want a child don't you?'

     'Only if you'd let me.'

     "No..." I whisper, scrambling up to my feet and shooting out of the bathroom. I hurry down to the girls costume hall. There was where Talia kept this bag of emergency items, one being a pregnancy test.

     Dumping out the entire bag onto the ground, I search frantically for the test. Finally locating the bent box from how old it was, I hurry as fast as I could back to the bathroom, passing trainees as I do so.

     They all gave me a weird look that made my stomach hurt even more. 'It must be because of the way I'm dressed right now,' I tell myself before going back to my bathroom stall.

     I take the test, walking out of the stall with the blank stick reading nothing yet in my hand. My foot taps anxiously as I lean against the porcelain sink impatiently.

     "Yuki!" The choreographers voice is heard from outside of the women's bathroom.

     My head shoots up before sighing deeply at the inconvenience. "Coming!" I call out, setting the test on the sink and hurrying out to apologize to him.

     "Yuki, is everything okay? You ran out pretty quickly," he says, his arms crossed but his expression clearly showing worry. I nod frantically, glancing over to the clock behind him to find only 2 minutes until my results come in.

     "I just had a stomach ache. It must've been something we ate in Japan before coming back," I try to explain as calmly as I could. Meanwhile, my heart was going to burst out of my chest if I hold in my fast breaths any longer.

     I catch Yoora with her arms crossed without Jun while the others all were in groups on their way to lunch. 'Where'd her other half go?' I think as the instructor continues talking to me, although none of it registered in my mind.

     "Take it easy okay?" He ends, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nod and force a smile before he walks away probably feeling proud for helping me. However, I was far from being helped. If that test showed positive, everything that I had ever worked for would be gone.

     And so I ran back to the bathroom, tears stinging my eyes as I find the test still on the sink. Lifting it with my shaky hands, my stomach dropped and I went back to my stall, the test dropping to the tile floor as I did so.

     I threw up once again while crying. 'No no no, this can't be happening. I'm not ready! He's not ready! We can't do this...'

     I had to tell him though, whether the reaction he would have, he was indeed the father. He had to be...it had been 2 months since our first time.

     And so while everyone walked towards the cafeteria, I parted ways to go to the exit. As I did, I felt casted down by the many eyes shooting me looks. 'What had I done? Do they know or something?'

     It wasn't until I reached the glass doors did Talia come running my way with Instagram pulled up on her phone. "Yuki...what the fuck?!" She mutters in a low tone, my eyes widening in confusion. "Did you think this was an appropriate thing to post on fucking Twitter and Instagram?!" She snaps, holding up her phone.

     Gazing into the screen, my eyes widen even more. I dropped my bag as my eyes locked on the video that was taken in our hotel room. The camera was accidentally left on...resulting in an accidental sex tape of us.

     "I...I didn't post that..." I murmur under my breath. She turns it back to find a hashtag with more reposts of the video.

     "They keep getting reported for sexual content but there's a hashtag called #Taekitape which is also your couple name I guess but..."

     Before she could even finish, I dash out of the 2 sets of double doors. "Hey, Yuki! Wait!" I hear her call out. Waving my hand for a taxi, I give them Taemin's address before crying silently to myself in the backseat.