Want A Taste?
To get you excited, how about a little pre-Halloween goodie?
A girl appeared over Taemin’s shoulder. She looked like a second year, and the green emblem on her chest marked her as an Acer.
“Can I borrow your tea? My table’s all out,” she said, smiling sweetly and batting her eyelashes, pointing a dainty finger to a large pitcher of cold tea in front of Taemin. Heechul quirked an eyebrow at her.
“No problem,” Taemin smiled back at her. He picked up the heavy pitcher and handed it to her gingerly, but when he let go, the handle slipped through her fingers, dousing tea straight into Taemin’s lap. The pitcher crashed to the floor, shattering, and Taemin leapt up, caught the back of his knees on the bench and toppled over, landing on the hard stone floor.
Immediately the hall went quiet and Taemin felt a thousand pairs of eyes on him, his face blazing red in embarrassment. The girl had her fingers over her mouth and stared at him before flouncing off back to her table. Shouts of laughter and chatter broke out and someone’s quip of “God, such a first year-“ followed by a snide laugh made him wish the floor would swallow him and the spilt tea whole.
“Forget it, you guys,” mumbled Taemin, “it was just an accident.”
“It wasn’t an accident,” said Heechul lowly, his brow creasing.
get ready for Nanowrimo, y'all.
**note: things were cut out to minimize and keep the surprise. so you may not know the whole story ;3
A girl appeared over Taemin’s shoulder. She looked like a second year, and the green emblem on her chest marked her as an Acer.
“Can I borrow your tea? My table’s all out,” she said, smiling sweetly and batting her eyelashes, pointing a dainty finger to a large pitcher of cold tea in front of Taemin. Heechul quirked an eyebrow at her.
“No problem,” Taemin smiled back at her. He picked up the heavy pitcher and handed it to her gingerly, but when he let go, the handle slipped through her fingers, dousing tea straight into Taemin’s lap. The pitcher crashed to the floor, shattering, and Taemin leapt up, caught the back of his knees on the bench and toppled over, landing on the hard stone floor.
Immediately the hall went quiet and Taemin felt a thousand pairs of eyes on him, his face blazing red in embarrassment. The girl had her fingers over her mouth and stared at him before flouncing off back to her table. Shouts of laughter and chatter broke out and someone’s quip of “God, such a first year-“ followed by a snide laugh made him wish the floor would swallow him and the spilt tea whole.
“Forget it, you guys,” mumbled Taemin, “it was just an accident.”
“It wasn’t an accident,” said Heechul lowly, his brow creasing.
get ready for Nanowrimo, y'all.
**note: things were cut out to minimize and keep the surprise. so you may not know the whole story ;3