"Taemin-ah, what do you think you're doing?" I asked casually.

We were lying in bed after a long day of travelling around and recordings. I was reading a book I hadn't yet finish, and he was on my right texting his childhood best friend on his phone. Or so I thought, until I felt his hand underneath my shirt roaming on bare skin. When I turned my attention to him, he was smiling dreamily with his eyes closed.

"Mmm, nothing." He sighed in contentment.

I wondered if he was too tired to notice his actions. I naturally reach to grab his hand out so we could sleep properly. My book was put away on the bedside table and I switched off the lights to the room, leaving a small night lamp on. Making sure we were covered warmly under the blankets with my one arm as his pillow, I kissed his forehead a goodnight and closed my eyes too.

It was a few minutes later when I felt the same slender fingers under my shirt again, though this time concentrated and circling on the right side of my body.

I held his hand gently, massaging his arm to help him sleep better. But that will only help if he actually couldn't sleep, and it seems he was doing this on purpose.

My right hand under his neck rubbed his shoulders softly, stirring him up, "Minnie, your hand, it's making me...kind of uncomfortable."

"Too comfortable, rather?" He could be such a tease, even in his drowsy state, "I just want to trail along your birthmark."

My face blushed a very slight pink in the dim light and my heart skipped a beat. I had quite a patch of red on the right side of my body, which with SM's disapproval and my unwillingness, we agreed to never show off my body in any revealing outfits. The furthest I had gone was the black mesh top during the Lucifer era and sleeveless. Even then, I avoided them, else I made sure the sleeve-holes were conservative. 

When I was younger, I had my share of inferiority complex, what with such an ugly patch. I couldn't change in front of my classmates, and it took me a while to adapt to living with four other dongsaengs with raging hormones. They were always open with each other, especially our exhibitionist Jonghyun. Taemin was my biggest challenge in my twenty-odd years of living so far, one that I couldn't run away from.

I was thoroughly touched, when he saw me bare for the first time, he wasn't disgusted. I remembered exactly what he said: "It looks like half of a heart shape, hyung! It's the most special birthmark I've ever seen!" His childish innocence was what melted my heart endlessly, how he was so gracious and unprejudiced. He said the source of my complex was special, and that made me feel special somehow.

"You don't even know where it is without looking at it." I said, trying to sound indifferent.

I was about to pull the covers back over us when Taemin slipped his left hand under again, "I know exactly where it is. Maybe even better than you."

He rolled to his side and supported himself on his right elbow and looked right into my eyes. Damn, he's so determined it's y.

"It starts here," His finger landed on my side just at slightly below my heart level (I knew because my heart was now thumping crazy) and starts tracing, "and goes along here..."

"It goes along your here," He smirked as he fondly, what earned him a groan from me.

"Then it makes a little curve here," Taemin scratched down with his finger to the side of my waist, "and ends...just about here."

"I-I don't kn-know!" I stuttered out hurriedly, covering my flushed face with my palms.

Taemin only giggled, then peeled my hands away to land a small wet kiss on my cheek.

"Arasso, we'll sleep now. I admit, I just wanted to touch you." His hand crept up the same spot again on my skin, "I love you, hyung. So I'll try my best to learn everything about you."

I only smiled sweetly, “I’m going to uncover all the moles on your body tomorrow. Starting from the one on the back of your neck.”

He squirmed in embarrassment and that only made me chuckle, success in annoying him. My hand held onto Taemin’s over my shirt, we finally drifting into a deep slumber.

Birthmarks and moles are the most intimate things I guess <3