The Beat - Onew/Taemin
Title: The Beat
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 2054
Genre: AU
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Picture of a club under flashing lights.
Summary: Onew's been watching Taemin from afar, now it's time to introduce himself.
A/N:This had many fits and starts including having my comp crash and losing some text, blah.Written for shawol_haven
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: none
It's 12 minutes past 11 pm when Taemin tosses money at his cab driver and slides out onto the damp sidewalk in front of The Beat. There's a velvet rope set up to keep people in some semblance of single file and the line winds half way around the building from what he can see. Taemin doesn't bother with the mundanities of waiting in line, however. He's a regular.
He stamps right up to the front of the line and flashes ShinDong the gate keeper a playful smile.
"Evening big S," Taemin says brightly and bumps fists with the big blonde. The velvet rope is lifted to let him inside and he ducks under - hurrying up the steps to get inside where it's a lot warmer.
....
Inside the building, Taemin catches sight of his reflection in a bank of mirrors as he checks his backpack and coat and pats his pockets for money in case he needs it. He looks good tonight, Taemin tells himself and turns sideways to admire the artful rips and frays of the pair of dark jeans he's wearing. They ride low on his hips but that is mostly concealed by an oversized batwing sleeved mesh shirt that half falls off one shoulder as he moves. On one wrist, Taemin wears several heavy silver bangles and on the other a buckled leather cuff. He has brand new black kicks to go with the rest of the ensemble and he breathes in the scent of patchouli on his skin and hair when he tilts his head.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Taemin hurries down the well known halls and corridors until he comes out on the dance floor. The rhythm of the music that's playing seeps into the walls of the huge building, thrums in his blood and bones and makes him laugh with sheer exhileration.
There's a big crowd here but he ignores most of them, threading his way straight through to the middle of the throng without hesitation. His goal is one of a series of semi-decorative cages painted in neon colors, each one just big enough for two dancers at most and somehow Taemin feels no surprise when his favorite, the bright blue one, is empty. He loses no time climbing up into his dance space and begins to dance.
....
High up above the dance floor, above the light cans and cat walk, there's a suite of rooms with smoky glass walls. This is where the owner of the club spends 90 percent of the time. He jokes that he's like a spider, spinning webs where no one can see him. It's true that all the security cameras feed into his office, that at the touch of a few buttons he can focus in on any one guest of the club and that he can also call up details on everything from how much imported beer is left to how many lemons are in the giant walk in fridge.
Onew likes to know what's going on in his place.
When the call comes in that he's expecting, Onew is just stepping out of the shower. Time to put his plans, hopes, fantasies into motion. Wrapped in a towel and still dripping water from his longish shoulder length hair, he walks across tile and plush carpeting to click a remote and then a few buttons. The vision he's looking for blooms across his wide screen television. His auburn haired sensuous mystery is there, moving with the music in ways that make it seem he has no bones to speak of and an infallible sense of rhythm.
"Hello, beautiful," Onew says in the silence and then retreats to finish getting dressed for the evening, leaving damp footprints across marble tiles.
Half an hour later, Onew returns to the television screen dressed and debating on a few matters. His hair is still damp, brushed sleek to fall on one side against the side of his jaw. His soft crinkle woven white shirt is raw silk and his big hands manipulate the buttons with dexterity, leaving a few open across his upper chest. He's wearing tight fitting jeans with a sheen to the fabric in charcoal with a designer label on the back pocket, belted to his waist. There's a small black rubber and titanium necklace around his throat, with a matching bracelet on one wrist. He steps into comfortable shoes and sighs.
He's been watching the stranger moving like a dream across his screen for at least a month while his crush doesn't even know he exists. At least not as anything more than an unknown club owner he's never met.
Tonight that has to change and he reaches for the telephone. "Key? Will you bring him upstairs please? Don't freak him out."
Ignoring whatever it is Key is shouting over the music downstairs, Onew hangs up and walks out of his private office and into the lounge area which is set up for his rendezvous. If, that is, the boy who has captivated him doesn't run screaming in terror.
The decor here is simply luxurious, a gas fireplace burns low on one wall with a seating area clustered about it. The furniture is dark blue, a mixture of leather and suede with ample supplies of throw pillows and touchably soft shawls laid over the back of furniture. The flooring is warm wood, covered here and there with large sized area rugs. There are candles burning on the mantle and on tables, scenting the air with his favorite vanilla and saffron oil.
There's a dining area set up, shrouded in darkness for the moment behind a silk curtain on rings and his circuit of the room leaves Onew nothing to do but call himself a fool and fidget.
....
Taemin is startled out of his trance when an exotic looking slender man steps up into his dance space. There's gold foil on one side of the man's face and his hair is expertly cut into a glossy black cap for his small head. Delicate fingertips beckon Taemin while the other hand flashes a staff badge at him. The music is too loud for him to hear anything the man has to say so Taemin shrugs and gestures to indicate he'll follow. A warm smile greets this and Taemin amiably trails after his guide until they come out on a hallway beyond the dance floor where the sound is somewhat muted.
"I'm Key," the stranger tells him and offers him a hand to shake.
"Taemin."
"I'm going to ask you to bear with me for a little while, Taemin," Key says with a mysterious look in his fine tilted eyes. "There's someone here who wants very much to meet you. If you agree, well, you may find that it's a meeting you wouldn't have wanted to miss."
Taemin crosses his arms and then after a moment, crosses his long legs. He tips his head studying Key who is wearing an outrageous purple velvet blazer with a big flashy gold brooch pinned to the shoulder. Under that is a tee shirt he can't quite read and skinny trousers.
Uncrossing his legs again, Taemin shrugs. "Okay, I'll meet him. But if this turns out like a drama where the guy wants sexual favors or something, I'll sue." He smirks a little and lets Key lead him to an elevator where he uses a special key to open it and the two of them ride up what seems like several floors.
When the elevator opens, Key doesn't get out. There's only one way to go, a short tiled hallway and then a set of double doors. "Just go down to the doors and knock, Taemin. He's expecting you."
The elevator shuts again as if to prevent any questions on Taemin's part. Oh well. Squaring his shoulders and running a hand through his silky straight hair to get it out of his eyes, Taemin saunters down the hall and raps a few times on the door in front of him.
The two doors pop open as if by themselves and Taemin leans forward a little, eerily reminded of some kind of haunted house. He's not scared, per se, but this whole thing so far seems a bit strange and a little creepy too. "Hello?" he calls but no one answers.
Sighing, Taemin enters the doorway and pads lightly over carpeting and further into the room beyond. There's a whole lot of luxury packed into these rooms and Taemin silently whistles to himself as he looks around curiously. He pauses finally inthe big room with the fireplace and taps his fingers impatiently on the back of an expensive looking chair.
"Hello?" he calls again.
Onew steps out of the shadows behind Taemin. He doesn't feel like a man with success, money and power behind him. His palms are sweaty and his knees feel weak and he can't seem to get enough air.
"Hello," he says quietly before he can chicken out. "Thank you for coming to see me."
Taemin jumps at the melodic voice behind him and spins quickly to face the owner of that voice. His eyes go wide quickly because this man is nothing like what he might have expected. If he expected anything. Finding himself momentarily speechless, Taemin leans back against the chair behind him and waits for his heart rate to slow down a little.
Pausing instead of moving forward as he wants to do, Onew cocks his head to one side and offers the other a faint hopeful smile. He can't resist studying every nuance of his guest's appearance from the guarded look in warm brown eyes to the tousled silk straight length of dark red dyed tresses and down to a pair of enticing lips.
"I know this is a little unusual," Onew offers when the silence lengthens. "I just...wanted to meet you. Away from the crowds."
Gathering his composure, Taemin tears his gaze away from the other man's sexy appearance and takes a deep breath. "Okay. So who are you then?" he asks, opening and closing his hands at his sides in a nervous gesture. He tells himself it'd be a really bad idea to throw himself at this stranger, no matter how much he makes Taemin's whole body react to him just standing there.
"Oh, sorry." Onew shrugs a little and offers a hand to his guest. "I'm Onew. I own The Beat," he says, downplaying that fact along with the fact he owns several other properties.
"Really?" Taemin smiles and reaches out to take Onew's hand. "I'm Taemin, in case you didn't know that. I love your club." Taemin holds back a sigh at how warm and strong Onew's hand seems against his own and he doesn't even try to pull his own from that lingering grip.
Onew moves forward a few steps, not letting go of Taemin's hand as he does. "I've seen you, dancing," he confesses. "You're wonderful...and sexy."
Taemin drags his teeth against his lower lip and straightens his posture. "Thank you." He finds himself whispering as if something might happen if he speaks too loudly. Break the spell maybe and send him back downstairs away from this man who seems to need him in ways Taemin can't articulate.
"No," Onew corrects with a shake of his head that makes his hair swing against his cheek. "Thank you." He stands there, just out of range of their brushing against each other and simply looks into Taemin's dark eyes for a long moment.
"So...now that I'm here...what's next?" Taemin asks. The silence is lengthening, heady with unspoken thoughts. He smiles into Onew's eyes, suddenly not too worried about where this may end up.
Onew smiles back. "Are you hungry, Taemin?" he asks and leads his guest towards the dining area.
"I could eat. Dancing takes up a lot of energy," Taemin answers.
"After a snack, I want to dance with you," Onew replies and holds a chair for Taemin. When Taemin is seated, he passes one hand over the softness of Taemin's hair then moves to sit as well.
"I'd love to dance with you," Taemin replies, and somehow, he's sure they are talking about more than one kind of dancing.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 2054
Genre: AU
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Picture of a club under flashing lights.
Summary: Onew's been watching Taemin from afar, now it's time to introduce himself.
A/N:This had many fits and starts including having my comp crash and losing some text, blah.Written for shawol_haven
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: none
It's 12 minutes past 11 pm when Taemin tosses money at his cab driver and slides out onto the damp sidewalk in front of The Beat. There's a velvet rope set up to keep people in some semblance of single file and the line winds half way around the building from what he can see. Taemin doesn't bother with the mundanities of waiting in line, however. He's a regular.
He stamps right up to the front of the line and flashes ShinDong the gate keeper a playful smile.
"Evening big S," Taemin says brightly and bumps fists with the big blonde. The velvet rope is lifted to let him inside and he ducks under - hurrying up the steps to get inside where it's a lot warmer.
....
Inside the building, Taemin catches sight of his reflection in a bank of mirrors as he checks his backpack and coat and pats his pockets for money in case he needs it. He looks good tonight, Taemin tells himself and turns sideways to admire the artful rips and frays of the pair of dark jeans he's wearing. They ride low on his hips but that is mostly concealed by an oversized batwing sleeved mesh shirt that half falls off one shoulder as he moves. On one wrist, Taemin wears several heavy silver bangles and on the other a buckled leather cuff. He has brand new black kicks to go with the rest of the ensemble and he breathes in the scent of patchouli on his skin and hair when he tilts his head.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Taemin hurries down the well known halls and corridors until he comes out on the dance floor. The rhythm of the music that's playing seeps into the walls of the huge building, thrums in his blood and bones and makes him laugh with sheer exhileration.
There's a big crowd here but he ignores most of them, threading his way straight through to the middle of the throng without hesitation. His goal is one of a series of semi-decorative cages painted in neon colors, each one just big enough for two dancers at most and somehow Taemin feels no surprise when his favorite, the bright blue one, is empty. He loses no time climbing up into his dance space and begins to dance.
....
High up above the dance floor, above the light cans and cat walk, there's a suite of rooms with smoky glass walls. This is where the owner of the club spends 90 percent of the time. He jokes that he's like a spider, spinning webs where no one can see him. It's true that all the security cameras feed into his office, that at the touch of a few buttons he can focus in on any one guest of the club and that he can also call up details on everything from how much imported beer is left to how many lemons are in the giant walk in fridge.
Onew likes to know what's going on in his place.
When the call comes in that he's expecting, Onew is just stepping out of the shower. Time to put his plans, hopes, fantasies into motion. Wrapped in a towel and still dripping water from his longish shoulder length hair, he walks across tile and plush carpeting to click a remote and then a few buttons. The vision he's looking for blooms across his wide screen television. His auburn haired sensuous mystery is there, moving with the music in ways that make it seem he has no bones to speak of and an infallible sense of rhythm.
"Hello, beautiful," Onew says in the silence and then retreats to finish getting dressed for the evening, leaving damp footprints across marble tiles.
Half an hour later, Onew returns to the television screen dressed and debating on a few matters. His hair is still damp, brushed sleek to fall on one side against the side of his jaw. His soft crinkle woven white shirt is raw silk and his big hands manipulate the buttons with dexterity, leaving a few open across his upper chest. He's wearing tight fitting jeans with a sheen to the fabric in charcoal with a designer label on the back pocket, belted to his waist. There's a small black rubber and titanium necklace around his throat, with a matching bracelet on one wrist. He steps into comfortable shoes and sighs.
He's been watching the stranger moving like a dream across his screen for at least a month while his crush doesn't even know he exists. At least not as anything more than an unknown club owner he's never met.
Tonight that has to change and he reaches for the telephone. "Key? Will you bring him upstairs please? Don't freak him out."
Ignoring whatever it is Key is shouting over the music downstairs, Onew hangs up and walks out of his private office and into the lounge area which is set up for his rendezvous. If, that is, the boy who has captivated him doesn't run screaming in terror.
The decor here is simply luxurious, a gas fireplace burns low on one wall with a seating area clustered about it. The furniture is dark blue, a mixture of leather and suede with ample supplies of throw pillows and touchably soft shawls laid over the back of furniture. The flooring is warm wood, covered here and there with large sized area rugs. There are candles burning on the mantle and on tables, scenting the air with his favorite vanilla and saffron oil.
There's a dining area set up, shrouded in darkness for the moment behind a silk curtain on rings and his circuit of the room leaves Onew nothing to do but call himself a fool and fidget.
....
Taemin is startled out of his trance when an exotic looking slender man steps up into his dance space. There's gold foil on one side of the man's face and his hair is expertly cut into a glossy black cap for his small head. Delicate fingertips beckon Taemin while the other hand flashes a staff badge at him. The music is too loud for him to hear anything the man has to say so Taemin shrugs and gestures to indicate he'll follow. A warm smile greets this and Taemin amiably trails after his guide until they come out on a hallway beyond the dance floor where the sound is somewhat muted.
"I'm Key," the stranger tells him and offers him a hand to shake.
"Taemin."
"I'm going to ask you to bear with me for a little while, Taemin," Key says with a mysterious look in his fine tilted eyes. "There's someone here who wants very much to meet you. If you agree, well, you may find that it's a meeting you wouldn't have wanted to miss."
Taemin crosses his arms and then after a moment, crosses his long legs. He tips his head studying Key who is wearing an outrageous purple velvet blazer with a big flashy gold brooch pinned to the shoulder. Under that is a tee shirt he can't quite read and skinny trousers.
Uncrossing his legs again, Taemin shrugs. "Okay, I'll meet him. But if this turns out like a drama where the guy wants sexual favors or something, I'll sue." He smirks a little and lets Key lead him to an elevator where he uses a special key to open it and the two of them ride up what seems like several floors.
When the elevator opens, Key doesn't get out. There's only one way to go, a short tiled hallway and then a set of double doors. "Just go down to the doors and knock, Taemin. He's expecting you."
The elevator shuts again as if to prevent any questions on Taemin's part. Oh well. Squaring his shoulders and running a hand through his silky straight hair to get it out of his eyes, Taemin saunters down the hall and raps a few times on the door in front of him.
The two doors pop open as if by themselves and Taemin leans forward a little, eerily reminded of some kind of haunted house. He's not scared, per se, but this whole thing so far seems a bit strange and a little creepy too. "Hello?" he calls but no one answers.
Sighing, Taemin enters the doorway and pads lightly over carpeting and further into the room beyond. There's a whole lot of luxury packed into these rooms and Taemin silently whistles to himself as he looks around curiously. He pauses finally inthe big room with the fireplace and taps his fingers impatiently on the back of an expensive looking chair.
"Hello?" he calls again.
Onew steps out of the shadows behind Taemin. He doesn't feel like a man with success, money and power behind him. His palms are sweaty and his knees feel weak and he can't seem to get enough air.
"Hello," he says quietly before he can chicken out. "Thank you for coming to see me."
Taemin jumps at the melodic voice behind him and spins quickly to face the owner of that voice. His eyes go wide quickly because this man is nothing like what he might have expected. If he expected anything. Finding himself momentarily speechless, Taemin leans back against the chair behind him and waits for his heart rate to slow down a little.
Pausing instead of moving forward as he wants to do, Onew cocks his head to one side and offers the other a faint hopeful smile. He can't resist studying every nuance of his guest's appearance from the guarded look in warm brown eyes to the tousled silk straight length of dark red dyed tresses and down to a pair of enticing lips.
"I know this is a little unusual," Onew offers when the silence lengthens. "I just...wanted to meet you. Away from the crowds."
Gathering his composure, Taemin tears his gaze away from the other man's sexy appearance and takes a deep breath. "Okay. So who are you then?" he asks, opening and closing his hands at his sides in a nervous gesture. He tells himself it'd be a really bad idea to throw himself at this stranger, no matter how much he makes Taemin's whole body react to him just standing there.
"Oh, sorry." Onew shrugs a little and offers a hand to his guest. "I'm Onew. I own The Beat," he says, downplaying that fact along with the fact he owns several other properties.
"Really?" Taemin smiles and reaches out to take Onew's hand. "I'm Taemin, in case you didn't know that. I love your club." Taemin holds back a sigh at how warm and strong Onew's hand seems against his own and he doesn't even try to pull his own from that lingering grip.
Onew moves forward a few steps, not letting go of Taemin's hand as he does. "I've seen you, dancing," he confesses. "You're wonderful...and sexy."
Taemin drags his teeth against his lower lip and straightens his posture. "Thank you." He finds himself whispering as if something might happen if he speaks too loudly. Break the spell maybe and send him back downstairs away from this man who seems to need him in ways Taemin can't articulate.
"No," Onew corrects with a shake of his head that makes his hair swing against his cheek. "Thank you." He stands there, just out of range of their brushing against each other and simply looks into Taemin's dark eyes for a long moment.
"So...now that I'm here...what's next?" Taemin asks. The silence is lengthening, heady with unspoken thoughts. He smiles into Onew's eyes, suddenly not too worried about where this may end up.
Onew smiles back. "Are you hungry, Taemin?" he asks and leads his guest towards the dining area.
"I could eat. Dancing takes up a lot of energy," Taemin answers.
"After a snack, I want to dance with you," Onew replies and holds a chair for Taemin. When Taemin is seated, he passes one hand over the softness of Taemin's hair then moves to sit as well.
"I'd love to dance with you," Taemin replies, and somehow, he's sure they are talking about more than one kind of dancing.