There I was.

 

SHINee, one of South Korea's hottest boygroups, was having a fanmeet in Chicago. And I was attending!

 

I knew that I needed something for my bias, Taemin, to sign. But what could I bring? Sure, I had paper, and albums, and posters, but...

 

I decided to bring a roll of toilet paper instead.

 

It was soft, squishy, and perfect for Taemin's hands to sign! It was decided.

 

Sure, I could have went up to Onew, Jonghyun, Minho and Key, but I did not want to see them. I only wanted Lee Taemin.

 

There were 3 girls in front of me in line. Time seemed to stand still at that moment. I took a deep breath to ground myself, toilet paper clutched tightly in my quivering hands.

 

 

"Next!"

 

I gasped. My turn already!? It was going so fast!

 

There he was.

 

Lee Taemin.

 

He had a bright smile and beautiful eyes and a shimmering blond bowlcut. "Hello," he greeted in tentative English, offering a hand to wave.

 

Of course, I did not offer a friendly hello in return. No. That would be too boring, too predictable. Instead I stood there, eyes bulging out as I breathed shakily all over Taemin's big beautiful face.

 

"Ss-s-ssssssss....Sign this." I ordered.

 

Taemin was taken aback, his smile dwindling just a bit. "Oh, alright," He looked down expectingly, then stopped short. Apparently, they didn't have toilet paper signs in South Korea.

 

Still, with a poorly-hidden grimace, Taemin took the toilet paper and scribbled his name onto it. That's when he began to hand it back to me. This was my chance.

 

 

Our hands did more than brush. I snatched the toilet paper, put it to the side, and began to vigorously rub my hands all over his, caressing his fingers. "Mmmmm.....THANK YOU, Taemin..." I purred.

 

Fin.