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Title: Images
Author: Deferney97
Pairing: Lee Taemin/ OFC
Rating: 16+ ?
Warning: some themes may be disturbing to young audiences, sexual content
Summary: Ella is haunted and hiding it. She's young and talented--and somehow on a plane to Korea to become a KPOP star (whatever that is...). All she wants to do is go back home and take care of her mom's dance studio, but fate and her best friend Nadine have different plans. And apparently, so do the boys of SHINee.
Date!
We didn’t go to Jeju Island. Well, I mean technically we did, but no one’s really gotten to explore much. The boys, SHINee more than MBLAQ, spent two days practicing, preparing, and preparing for preparing. Needless to say, I haven’t gotten a chance to talk to any of them. Even when Taemin crawls into bed while I’m reading, he’s exhausted. His arms slip around my waist and his nose buries in my neck, and within seconds he’s asleep.
Tonight, after their performance, is our last night. We’ll be leaving in the early morning. After what happened at Music Bank, it was unanimously decided that Lucy and I would stay here and watch the special on TV. With our rooms right next to one another, being together is convenient without the possibility of being seen sneaking out of SHINee’s room.
“Ah,” she sits back, grinning as Joon winks during his oneshot, “he’s so sexy.”
I grin, sipping my banana milk. Taemin left this in his place when he had to leave while I was showering this morning. It rested on his pillow, a smiley face drawn on it. I’ve been saving it for the performance.
Our hotel rooms are pretty, simple, but strangely extravagant. The enormous, glass, walk-in shower is definitely my favorite. The blankets and pillows are soft, and the bed sinks perfectly, allowing for Taemin and I to feel like we’re in our own little world as we sleep.
“Lucy,” I say, fiddling with my fingers. She hums in the back of her throat, “Do you think Taemin likes me?”
Suddenly she cracks up, clutching her sides and laughing loudly into the bed. I hope that doesn’t mean no.
Finally she catches her breath, and I watch as U-KISS performs. She chuckles lightly, and then, “You’re so slow. Of course he likes you. In fact, he probably wants you in his pants more than you do.”
“Lucy,” I whine, turning red, “I do not want Taemin in my pants!”
“Oh please,” she scoffs, “with the way you guys cuddle and shit? You’ve got to be kidding me. Yesterday, when you wearing shorts, he was oogling your legs. You’d think he’d never seen epidermis before.”
I send her a weird look, sipping my milk in silence.
“Just wait,” she grins mischievously, “I heard from a little birdy that lover boy’s got something planned.”
Unsure, I watch as SHINee’s music starts.
XXX
“Okay,” Taemin’s soft voice says, pinky hooked over mine, “now.”
Hesitant, I open my eyes.
It’s about two in the morning now, SHINee got home around one-thirty. Almost immediately, barely giving me time to put on my shoes, Taemin pulled me out, telling them not to wait for us to get up. I distinctly remember Key snorting at that.
Then he shoved me into the van and told me to close my eyes.
Now we’re here.
“This is where-” I break off, too surprised.
He smiles, “Yeah.”
“This is from Boys Over Flowers!” I grin, running through the bright yellow flowers in excitement. The air is sweet and cool, the air easy. Everything feels right.
“Yeah,” Taemin says again, shoving his hands in his pockets. He’s still in skinny jeans and his stage makeup, rushed.
I run, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging until I’m sure he can’t breathe. “Thank you,” I whisper, “this is really cool.”
“Cool,” it seems he’s not one of many words tonight. Now he intertwines our fingers, and we walk to an empty piece of grass, sitting on a blanket.
“You planned a picnic for our date?” I giggle.
There’s a small half-smile gracing his lips. “Sort of. It was the most private thing I could think of.”
“Smart,” I concede, pulling items out of the basket.
“So I was thinking,” he says, stirring his kimchi a bit, not looking me in the eye. The moonlight is the only thing helping us see, and under it he looks beautiful, translucent, enchanting. I swallow hard.
His eyes are nervous. Then I realize he’s spoken. “I’m sorry, what’d you say?”
Now they drop down, his shoulders sinking. “Nevermind…”
“No!” I yell, uncharacteristically loud. “Tell me,” I demand, mad at myself for getting distracted.
He looks up, an unsure smile on his face. “You know the song I do my solo dance to?”
Of course I do. But instead, I nod, not wanting to sound harsh in case I haven’t calmed down yet. “Would you like to do a dance with me?”
I stop, shocked. “Like…together?”
I resist a face palm. He laughs, “Yeah.”
“I mean,” I stammer, “like…you want us to make a dance?”
Now he looks worried, “Would you be willing to do that? You’re really talented, I thought maybe we could-”
“Of course!” I shriek, throwing my arms around him. “I would love to! That’ll be amazing! We’ll have so much fun with it!”
Remembering something, I lean back, a worried look on my face. “But first, Taemin, we need to talk about a few things…”
XXX
“I can’t get over it,” I say for the umpteenth time, making Taemin laugh. Last night he revealed the secrets of both himself and SM, shocking me.
I stare dazedly out the window. He slips his arm around my shoulder as we both stare out at the clouds. We’re flying home.
“You’ll have secrets like this soon too,” he reminds me, whispering in my ear. Ever since last night, he’s been uncannily intimate. Not that I’m complaining, though I did not enjoy the condescending look Lucy shot me earlier.
“I don’t know,” I murmur. “I can’t imagine that. I think I’d like it if my fans knew the real me. All of me, all the time. No secrets.”
“I hope you’re able to be like that,” he concedes.
Suddenly his other hand is on my face, guiding me to face him. His eyes are intent, on a mission. They drop down to my lips, and mine to his.
He smells perfect and his hand is warm. His thumb runs back and forth slowly across my cheek, both comforting me and making me nervous. With one last look of determination, he leans forward until our lips touch, effectively shutting my eyes to the world, allowing me to enjoy my moment with my guy.
My guy, I smile against his mouth, sounds about right.
Author: Deferney97
Pairing: Lee Taemin/ OFC
Rating: 16+ ?
Warning: some themes may be disturbing to young audiences, sexual content
Summary: Ella is haunted and hiding it. She's young and talented--and somehow on a plane to Korea to become a KPOP star (whatever that is...). All she wants to do is go back home and take care of her mom's dance studio, but fate and her best friend Nadine have different plans. And apparently, so do the boys of SHINee.
Date!
We didn’t go to Jeju Island. Well, I mean technically we did, but no one’s really gotten to explore much. The boys, SHINee more than MBLAQ, spent two days practicing, preparing, and preparing for preparing. Needless to say, I haven’t gotten a chance to talk to any of them. Even when Taemin crawls into bed while I’m reading, he’s exhausted. His arms slip around my waist and his nose buries in my neck, and within seconds he’s asleep.
Tonight, after their performance, is our last night. We’ll be leaving in the early morning. After what happened at Music Bank, it was unanimously decided that Lucy and I would stay here and watch the special on TV. With our rooms right next to one another, being together is convenient without the possibility of being seen sneaking out of SHINee’s room.
“Ah,” she sits back, grinning as Joon winks during his oneshot, “he’s so sexy.”
I grin, sipping my banana milk. Taemin left this in his place when he had to leave while I was showering this morning. It rested on his pillow, a smiley face drawn on it. I’ve been saving it for the performance.
Our hotel rooms are pretty, simple, but strangely extravagant. The enormous, glass, walk-in shower is definitely my favorite. The blankets and pillows are soft, and the bed sinks perfectly, allowing for Taemin and I to feel like we’re in our own little world as we sleep.
“Lucy,” I say, fiddling with my fingers. She hums in the back of her throat, “Do you think Taemin likes me?”
Suddenly she cracks up, clutching her sides and laughing loudly into the bed. I hope that doesn’t mean no.
Finally she catches her breath, and I watch as U-KISS performs. She chuckles lightly, and then, “You’re so slow. Of course he likes you. In fact, he probably wants you in his pants more than you do.”
“Lucy,” I whine, turning red, “I do not want Taemin in my pants!”
“Oh please,” she scoffs, “with the way you guys cuddle and shit? You’ve got to be kidding me. Yesterday, when you wearing shorts, he was oogling your legs. You’d think he’d never seen epidermis before.”
I send her a weird look, sipping my milk in silence.
“Just wait,” she grins mischievously, “I heard from a little birdy that lover boy’s got something planned.”
Unsure, I watch as SHINee’s music starts.
XXX
“Okay,” Taemin’s soft voice says, pinky hooked over mine, “now.”
Hesitant, I open my eyes.
It’s about two in the morning now, SHINee got home around one-thirty. Almost immediately, barely giving me time to put on my shoes, Taemin pulled me out, telling them not to wait for us to get up. I distinctly remember Key snorting at that.
Then he shoved me into the van and told me to close my eyes.
Now we’re here.
“This is where-” I break off, too surprised.
He smiles, “Yeah.”
“This is from Boys Over Flowers!” I grin, running through the bright yellow flowers in excitement. The air is sweet and cool, the air easy. Everything feels right.
“Yeah,” Taemin says again, shoving his hands in his pockets. He’s still in skinny jeans and his stage makeup, rushed.
I run, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging until I’m sure he can’t breathe. “Thank you,” I whisper, “this is really cool.”
“Cool,” it seems he’s not one of many words tonight. Now he intertwines our fingers, and we walk to an empty piece of grass, sitting on a blanket.
“You planned a picnic for our date?” I giggle.
There’s a small half-smile gracing his lips. “Sort of. It was the most private thing I could think of.”
“Smart,” I concede, pulling items out of the basket.
“So I was thinking,” he says, stirring his kimchi a bit, not looking me in the eye. The moonlight is the only thing helping us see, and under it he looks beautiful, translucent, enchanting. I swallow hard.
His eyes are nervous. Then I realize he’s spoken. “I’m sorry, what’d you say?”
Now they drop down, his shoulders sinking. “Nevermind…”
“No!” I yell, uncharacteristically loud. “Tell me,” I demand, mad at myself for getting distracted.
He looks up, an unsure smile on his face. “You know the song I do my solo dance to?”
Of course I do. But instead, I nod, not wanting to sound harsh in case I haven’t calmed down yet. “Would you like to do a dance with me?”
I stop, shocked. “Like…together?”
I resist a face palm. He laughs, “Yeah.”
“I mean,” I stammer, “like…you want us to make a dance?”
Now he looks worried, “Would you be willing to do that? You’re really talented, I thought maybe we could-”
“Of course!” I shriek, throwing my arms around him. “I would love to! That’ll be amazing! We’ll have so much fun with it!”
Remembering something, I lean back, a worried look on my face. “But first, Taemin, we need to talk about a few things…”
XXX
“I can’t get over it,” I say for the umpteenth time, making Taemin laugh. Last night he revealed the secrets of both himself and SM, shocking me.
I stare dazedly out the window. He slips his arm around my shoulder as we both stare out at the clouds. We’re flying home.
“You’ll have secrets like this soon too,” he reminds me, whispering in my ear. Ever since last night, he’s been uncannily intimate. Not that I’m complaining, though I did not enjoy the condescending look Lucy shot me earlier.
“I don’t know,” I murmur. “I can’t imagine that. I think I’d like it if my fans knew the real me. All of me, all the time. No secrets.”
“I hope you’re able to be like that,” he concedes.
Suddenly his other hand is on my face, guiding me to face him. His eyes are intent, on a mission. They drop down to my lips, and mine to his.
He smells perfect and his hand is warm. His thumb runs back and forth slowly across my cheek, both comforting me and making me nervous. With one last look of determination, he leans forward until our lips touch, effectively shutting my eyes to the world, allowing me to enjoy my moment with my guy.
My guy, I smile against his mouth, sounds about right.